She was almost on the verge of falling asleep, but now her spirits had completely revived.
"Ah Heng," Ye Muyu suddenly called out to him.
Chu Heng grunted in acknowledgement, his movements uninterrupted, still standard and gentle.
"What if I become ugly?" Ye Muyu's query was tinged with a hint of covert worry, yet her face wore an interrogative expression.
Chu Heng's motions paused momentarily.
Decisively, he stood up, walked over to her, faced her, and extended his hands to continue massaging her shoulders from the front.
Gazing at the girl's clean face, Chu Heng kissed her lightly on the nose and asked, "Why would you say that?"
"I heard that Duke Zheng has proposed to send you a concubine at court," Ye Muyu said, her gaze fixed firmly on him.
Indeed, there had been such an incident, well concealed by Chu Heng, who was startled for a moment when it was abruptly brought up: "This matter is not as you think."
