Mo Beichen smiled and shook his head slightly, "You go inside to shower, I'll shower outside, so that no one will notice anything unusual."

Yun Qinglu smiled and said okay.

"I wonder if Xiao Yi can adapt." Yun Qingluo walked to the door and locked it from the inside.

Mo Beichen took off his cloak and hung it on a shelf to the side, comforting her, "It always takes time. He has read so many stories and understands some of the laws of this world. It's just a matter of time before he adapts. Don't worry, and we don't need to put pressure on him. We'll just tell your father and mother when the time comes."

Yun Qingluo nodded and went into the space to soak in the hot spring and wash up.

Taking a bath in winter is a real hassle, but luckily she has a space where it's spring all year round, so she doesn't have to worry about the temperature.

When Yun Qingluo came out of the shower, she found a food box on the table.

"Are you done washing up? Come and have some. I had someone buy some food from outside. You haven't eaten all day, so have some porridge to soothe your stomach first." Mo Beichen had already finished showering and changing his clothes. His hair was probably dried using his internal energy.

He was reading a book when he saw Yun Qingluo come out. He put down the book and went to greet her.

"Sit down, you eat, I'll dry your hair first," Mo Beichen pressed Yun Qingluo into the chair.

He opened the food box on the table. Inside were several dishes to go with rice, as well as two bowls of rice, still steaming. Yun Qingluo suddenly felt a little hungry.

"Let's eat together, it'll get cold and won't taste good." Yun Qingluo turned her head and tried to pull Mo Beichen to sit down.

Mo Beichen dodged to the side, "Don't move."

He originally intended to wipe off some of the moisture before drying her hair, but seeing that she insisted on eating with him, he simply used his internal energy to dry Yun Qingluo's hair.

Yun Qingluo felt a warm sensation on her scalp, as if she were soaking in a hot spring. "It's so comfortable. I'm already absolutely in love with your cooking skills."

Mo Beichen smiled as he combed Yun Qingluo's hair and tied it simply with a hair tie.

"Come on, this sweet and sour pork ribs looks really good." Yun Qingluo couldn't wait to pull Mo Beichen down to sit and start eating.

I must say, it tastes really good.