One day a few years later, he hugged her and sat in front of a warm fireplace in a foreign land. Her cheeks were as red as blooming peach blossoms, and her hands still clutched the sleeves of his shirt. She kept muttering something in a low voice while she was half drunk and half awake. He patted her back with one hand and caressed her forehead with the other, coaxing her to sleep.
"Well. I have coveted your beauty for a long time. So, I won't let you escape this time. Go to sleep, my lady."
Haha, he actually heard it clearly.
She said, "Hey, tell me, tell me, how long have you been coveting my beauty? How long have you been coveting it?"