C107 Pimples

The convoy of soldiers had long disappeared from view when Chiang Ci finally turned her gaze away. She looked back to see Shaang Peiyan massaging the bridge of his nose.

She handed him a thermos with tea she had brewed that morning. "Feeling tired?"

He took a sip. "Not too bad. It's mainly because Jiang Chu showed up late last night. We ended up chatting until midnight