Returned to the bedroom with a flushed face.
Qin Xin regretted it imnsely.
Though her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, her face was burning, her heart was pounding!
The man, however, remained serious like an earnest traditional Chinese doctor, "If your stomach’s still unwell tomorrow, young madam, keep soaking for another two days. Once the blood circulation improves, it will surely help."
Qin Xin: "... How do you know about this secret redy?"
Nalan Ye Jue paused for a mont, then replied, "... My sister used to have frequent stomach aches when she was little. It’s a redy I found for her then."
Qin Xin: "Oh."
Quite a dutiful brother, indeed.
She suddenly rembered that since their engagent, she hadn’t seen Mr. Nalan’s sister even once.
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The ho redy Nalan Ye Jue found for his sister indeed worked wonders.
Although mint is supposed to be a cooling herb, after her bath, her stomach and lower abdon felt warm. This couldn’t be explained by dical principles; it just demonstrated the empire’s vastness with nurous mysterious folk redies.
Qin Xin slept soundly through the night.
Interestingly, ever since she began staying at the man’s Xinghe Bay Villa, she’d stopped having that embarrassing nightmare.
This might just be the most unexpected benefit of the engagent.
Thanks to a good night’s sleep, Qin Xin didn’t doze off in class for the first ti after returning to school, focusing instead on sketching on her draft paper.
In contrast, Ao Xinghao couldn’t concentrate on the pharmacology professor’s review throughout the class.
He frequently turned around, chewing on a blade of grass, gazing at her with a smile on his lips.
Xin, why do you seem more and more beautiful?
Even the dark green birthmark has a special kind of beauty...
As soon as the class ended, Ao Xinghao impatiently asked, "Xin, where did you go yesterday? We were going to arrange a celebration party for you."
Qin Xin: "Eating, sleeping."
Along with a bath and a fight.
Hu Yi curiously cut in, "I thought world championship winners always have a PARTY..."
Huo Zhen casually added, "Sister Xin isn’t the first world champion."
Hu Yi scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, "Oh right, Sister Xin is Xihe..."
For them, winning the championship was exhilarating.
But for Sister Xin, it’s just too normal, isn’t it?
She’s Xihe, the goddess of racing, after all.
Ao Xinghao imdiately signaled Hu Yi with his eyes, "Quiet, Sister Xin’s identity should be kept low-key. Didn’t you see how people tried to dig up information about Xihe online? Nobody should talk recklessly about it outside."
All the people in Class 2 exchanged glances, looking at Qin Xin with both respect and fear.
After yesterday’s competition, Qin Xin wasn’t just like a sister to them anymore; she was soone on a pedestal, or to put it more down to earth, a ’master.’
Master Xin.
In a carefully respectful atmosphere, Qin Xin lifted her head from her drawing paper, "Did you say you wanted a celebration? What do you want to eat? It’s on ."
Ah.
Ah ah ah ah.
The eyes that were just cautious and respectful instantly turned eager and excited:
"Sister Xin, I want barbecue."
"Master Xin, I want barbecue too, like last ti with abalone and prawns."
"Master Xin, can we go tonight?"
Qin Xin: "Sure."
Ah ah ah ah.
Sister Xin is still their Sister Xin.
Even though she’s Xihe, the goddess of racing, she’s also their Master Xin, who protects and spoils them.
Amid the lively atmosphere, the entertainnt committee mber Yu Xiaochun walked in from outside the classroom.
She had just finished a Student Union work eting and was about to announce arrangents for the school’s New Year dance party, "Let’s decide what performance our class will put on. This dance is important; every grade participates, and students from other schools will be there too. Our class already has poor academic performance, so we can’t lose face in arts... Class 1 has Qin Wenrou’s piano performance as the grand finale. We might not be that impressive, so let’s settle for a decent-enough program..."
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