Lin Qingyuan looked at him with her mouth agape.
He…He…He was drinking her soup?!
Even though she had not drunk from the bowl yet, his actions were far too intimate.
She felt her face burn slightly and quickly lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.
Everyone had a good time and the meal dragged on for quite a while.
When they were all done eating, they enjoyed some tea and eventually left the Palace.
Lin Qingyuan walked away with Long Xuan.
However, he had ridden a horse here, so Ling Qingyuan boarded the horse-drawn carriage by herself after leaving through the Palace gates. She was about to order the coachman to return to the mansion when the drawn blinds were suddenly raised by a slender hand. Long Xuan squeezed his way into the carriage.
The carriage was not very spacious and, with him inside, it became quite cramped.
