Walking and talking at the sa ti
"I’ve prepared the bathwater already, set to a constant temperature, I can wash you."
Su Yan steps into the bathhouse.
She shakes her head
"I can wash myself."
She closed her eyes, leaning on the edge of the bath.
The rising steam blurred her features.
Ye Biao brought a little stool to sit next to her, but he didn’t leave.
Instead, he sat obediently within reach whenever Su Yan extended her hand.
His gaze never moved away from her body.
Perhaps it was because of the burning intensity of his stare that had lingered for so long.
It was impossible to completely ignore it.
Su Yan opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him
"Why haven’t you left?"
Ye Biao gripped the hem of his clothes,
"I want to accompany you."
His voice was dry when he spoke.
Probably because he could tell that Su Yan didn’t want him there.
Which left him sowhat at a loss.
Su Yan saw his almost tearful face.
She didn’t want to deal with him.
She had thought he was the one weak in body.
Yet it turned out that she was the one who succumbed first.
Even though he had taken advantage, why did it feel like she was the one taking advantage of him?
Su Yan raised her arm, hesitated, then rested it back on the tub.
She was so tired, truly didn’t want to move.
She spoke
"Co here, wash ."
Ye Biao quickly nodded, honestly walked up to Su Yan.
Crouching in front of her.
Gently scrubbing her with the bath sponge, bit by bit.
This bath ti was extraordinarily long, nearly an hour.
Xiao Hua’s chicken soup had been simring for a day and a night, the chicken bones almost lted.
Finally, on this afternoon, the Host stepped out of the bedroom door.
However, contrary to its expectations, the Host was carried out by Lord Hero.
Lord Hero’s face was flushed with shyness and joy, the Host in his arms slightly fluttering her eyelids, proving she wasn’t asleep.
The robot Xiao Hua imdiately served the chicken soup to the Host.
With a baby voice
"Master, you finally ca out. This is the chicken soup Xiao Hua made for you."
With that, she handed it over.
Ye Biao carefully, as if dealing with sothing fragile, placed her on the couch.
Then he took the chicken soup from Xiao Hua’s hand.
Fed Su Yan spoon by spoon.
Su Yan opened her mouth and took a sip.
She hadn’t eaten anything for so long.
She was so hungry she barely felt anything.
Now, slling the chicken soup, she suddenly felt hungry.
Ye Biao fed, Su Yan drank.
Very soon, the bowl was finished.
Xiao Hua, quite observant, imdiately brought over the pot of simring chicken soup.
"Host, it’s all yours."
Xiao Hua’s voice was baby-like.
Su Yan opened her eyes, looking at Xiao Hua.
Her eyes held rare approval.
Xiao Hua proved to be quite useful.
Su Yan was drinking her third bowl.
Finally regaining so strength, feeling energized.
She shifted her body, looking at Ye Biao
"Aren’t you hungry?"
Ye Biao shook his head
"It’s okay, you drink."
He looked quite spirited as he spoke.
Not like he was starving for a long ti.
But Su Yan still forced him to drink two bowls of chicken soup.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong"
The doorbell rang
Xiao Hua spoke out
"Master, the person knocking is Zhao Lin."
"Go open the door"
"Yes, Master."
Following that, Xiao Hua headed toward the front door.
Soon, the door opened.
Xiao Hua ca back.
"Master, he’s here."
Zhao Lin, in neat military uniform, followed behind Xiao Hua.
First, he gave a military salute to Su Yan.
"Admiral."
Su Yan nodded
"What’s the matter?"
Her voice was hoarse.
Zhao Lin was startled,
"Admiral, are you sick?"
Su Yan looked at Ye Biao, nodding vaguely
"Any issues?"
She asked again.
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