"Hehe..." Gu Qingheng laughed, "The advance provisions have already left, and I'm responsible for the subsequent food supply replenishment..."
"I understand. When are you leaving?" Yang Ruxin's heart eased slightly, transporting provisions was much better than charging into battle indeed. Don't call her selfish, but this was her man, a man she hadn't yet consummated her marriage with. She wouldn't stop him from going to war, but she hoped he would return safely.
"Tomorrow."
"I'll wait for you to come back." Yang Ruxin took the initiative to kiss Gu Qingheng on the lips, feeling an inexplicable surge of emotion—a mix of sourness and astringency.
"Good." Gu Qingheng stared into Yang Ruxin's eyes. "You still owe me a wedding night."
