By nightfall, Jiang Xuesui regretted saying she would endure hardships alongside Wen Qiao. She had barely endured the 'hardship' of conjugal relations.
Perhaps it was because he had drunk too much—every part of him was scorching hot.
The summer of the fifteenth year of Zhengshi was especially long.
It was already the tail end of August, yet it felt like autumn was nowhere in sight.
Added to that, the heavy rain had made the night's heat oppressive and humid.
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