The man's face, marked with a faint red scar, tensed slightly, and he immediately caught her hand.

  Resalan frowned suspiciously, his large palm moving to feel her forehead temperature, then stroked her faintly flushed cheeks, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

  "You have heatstroke." No wonder she was so weak, her face turning pale and flushed alternately.

  "Mm... I think so. My head feels heavy and my body light, I'm dizzy, and here it's all stuffy and blocked. Want to rub it for me a little, my lord..." She pulled his hand and placed it on her full breasts, squinting and smiling lazily.

  This woman, even when she's unwell, still teases him!

  Fine then, they'll play.

  His big hand really covered her breast and kneaded it twice, once on each side to be fair, not the least bit careless, then held her tightly again, nudged the horse's belly and let the mount beneath him gallop on slowly.

  In broad daylight, her breast had been invaded by a "devil's claw". Huaduomei was stunned for a moment, stared fixedly at the man's rigid face facing forward for a long while, then suddenly couldn't help but giggle out loud.

  This lord of hers had been "educated" well by her; through constant exposure, he'd more or less learned how to "counter" her. Very good, very good, the pupil is worth teaching. Only this way can life be fun...

  She suppressed her overly obvious joy a little, adjusted her breathing and asked in a low voice: "Resalan, where did everyone else go? Your men, the Feng family people... and sister A-nü and that cold-faced man surnamed Feng..."

  She had always been strong, and had adapted quite well to life at sea, never gotten seasick before. She never expected to collapse like this the day she landed on the big island, and didn't pay attention to where the people from the big ship had gone. How did they scatter like birds and beasts in just a moment, disappearing completely.

  Resalan answered calmly: "Feng Shantang has his people meeting him on the big island. The ship just docked, and he already left with his woman first."

  "Ai, this guy is so rude. She was about to snort heavily to show her disdain, but it came out rather weak, more like a coquettish sigh. "We gave him a free ride, and he didn't even leave a 'thank you'. I still wanted to exchange a few intimate words with sister A-nü..."

  Hearing this, the man said nothing, only curved the corner of his mouth.

  By now the horse had left the busy district of Buddha Street, the road became a little bumpier, and he held her steadily.

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  Suddenly, her weak voice rose as if she had suddenly realized something. "I know now!"

  He raised an eyebrow, lowered his head and glanced at her. "Know what?"

  Huaduomei laughed playfully. "I know where everyone else went."

  "Is that so?"

  "It's not hard to guess actually, heh... it definitely has something to do with women! They've held it in for so long, finally got a chance to relax. They're either going to meet their favorite girls for some affection, or go back to their own women's warm nests... Am I right, my lord?"

  Resalan wanted to laugh but held it back, didn't want this woman to get too arrogant.

  Huaduomei patted his chest and complained: "Look, all these men are so hungry for women, they rush straight into women's arms as soon as they land. You, the boss, are really not considerate at all. You went and ruined those jars of my 'Bell Orchid' jelly, stirring it all up and throwing it away, destroying all my effort..."

  You still dare to bring that up?

  His eyes narrowed slightly, the muscle at Resalan's tensed a little, after breathing quietly to calm himself, he only said in a deep voice: "You're unwell, close your eyes and rest, don't talk."

  "...Resalan, where are we going?"

  She was drowsy, her head felt even heavier, and her lips, a little lacking in color, still curved lazily upward.

  "Mm... right, you said before, everything overseas is already arranged, you built a building for me. Resalan... are you taking me to see the building now?"

  Seeing her weak and limp appearance, the look of her pulled at him deeply, the pity in his heart for her couldn't help but grow. His large palm stroked her face again, pressed her little head against his solid chest, and kissed her hair lightly.

  "Yes, I'm taking you there."

  The woman smiled slightly, closed her eyelashes, and entrusted herself to him peacefully.

  Who is it?

  The voice is so elegant, soft but not cloying, as pleasant as a light tune carried by the breeze on the moonlit sea.

  It's a girl!

  "Master, you're back... this trip took you half a year. Everything is fine at home, there's no trouble, it's just... I just couldn't help thinking, I didn't know when you'd be back..." She paused. "Mhm, the room has been tidied up long ago, cleaned every day. Daily necessities, clothes and everything else I've ordered the servants to prepare, we've been waiting for your return, and... for Madame."

  What is it that's suppressed in that cheerful tone? Is it loneliness?

  Mm, yes, it's loneliness for sure.

  This voice sounds like it belongs to a gentle-tempered good girl, why would she be lonely for no reason? Why why? Mm... is it because her master is holding a woman in his arms right now?

  Hehe, "Building Master" after coming to Nanyang became "Madame", sounds like a little less imposing, but there's nothing to be done about that. Right now her head is spinning so much she feels like throwing up, she doesn't have the energy to put on the Building Master airs.

  She heard her man say a few words to that girl, and the girl answered yes again and again.

  Then, the man carried her walking, winding up the stairs. After a long while, she was laid down flat. It was nice and cool under her, a faint warm wind brushed past, she smelled an unknown flower fragrance, the scent was actually quite cooling, and cleared a lot of the stuffiness in her chest.

  She slowly lifted her thick eyelashes, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the thing under her body, and glanced out of the corner of her eye. Huaduomei realized she was actually lying on ice silk cool satin.

  Ice silk cool satin! Mm, so this "Western Desert profiteer" must have made a lot of silver over the years. Ice silk cool satin is astonishingly expensive, this big piece she's lying on is enough to wrap around her more than ten times, it must cost at least a thousand taels of silver. But... wow, it's really so comfortable, so comfortable, really all the summer heat is gone...

  Is this him spoiling her?

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