Chapter 220: Saying One Thing and Meaning Another
But what exactly made her happy? She couldn't figure out the answer no matter how hard she tried.
This is a vicious cycle.
But now she felt genuinely sad.
Yu Shiyan didn't miss the subtle change in her eyes, and a smile inexplicably appeared on his lips.
You're just saying one thing and meaning another; let's see how long you can keep fooling yourself.
"Lift your hand up, bandage it."
Yu Shiyan did as instructed, but before he could even raise his hand halfway, he coughed violently, and blood immediately gushed out of his wound again.
Yuan Siyin had no choice but to compromise: "Don't move, I'll do it."
Don't be so busy that you lose someone.
Yu Shiyan nodded obediently, his expression revealing a hint of docility.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, then carefully moved upwards little by little, took out her left hand to catch the bandage ball, and wrapped it around the wound until the bleeding wound was no longer visible before tying a bow.
From behind, this posture makes it look like Yuan Siyin is snuggling into his arms for warmth.
As Yu Shiyan felt her gentle, warm breath, his heart softened even more.
"Alright, you... sigh."
Yuan Siyin wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she realized that she couldn't say anything. She could only sigh and wipe his sweat with her sleeve.
"The men who are hunting the assassin have arrived."
Yu Shiyan, with his keen hearing, immediately alerted the source of the commotion upon hearing the noisy footsteps outside.
Yuan Siyin didn't even turn her head, but reached out to test the water temperature: "I know."
As she spoke, she sat down in the bathtub, her long, dark hair floating on the surface of the water, trembling slightly with the petals, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.
In no time, she surfaced, casually wiping the water off her face. Water droplets slid down her smooth neck before dripping back into the tub, creating ripples.
Yu Shiyan turned her head to the side, a slight blush rising on her face: "I'm still here."
"Nonsense, if it weren't for you being here, would I need to do this?"
Yuan Siyin came out in a bad mood and casually picked up a dry towel to wipe her wet hair.
The soaked undergarment clung tightly to its owner's body, making her waist appear even more slender and delicate, as if it could be grasped with a single hand.
"Who are you, and what are you doing?"
Zi Yuan looked at the group of guards who barged in, then raised her eyebrows and said without any politeness.
The commander was also taken aback when he saw her. He had just randomly chosen a side hall, but he did not expect to run into the living ancestor of the Yuan family.
Although reluctant, he still gave a perfunctory fist salute: "I am the commander of the Imperial Guards, and I have been ordered to search for the assassin. Please forgive me."
"Our young lady is taking a bath inside. Please return, Commander."
"It's just a routine matter, I hope you won't make things difficult for me, young lady."
"It's not that I'm making things difficult for you, sir; it's clearly you who are making things difficult for me. Our young lady is taking a bath inside, not because she's unwilling to cooperate, but because it's really inconvenient."
Zi Yuan said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Seeing that the commander was still trying to argue, Zi Yuan became a little annoyed and sneered, "Besides, even you, sir, might not be able to afford to offend him."
Zi Yuan was always quiet and composed, and Yuan Siyin had never seen her like this before, which made her find it rather amusing.
As expected of the people she trained, they are all quite capable.
Back then, Zi Yuan was a bit timid and weak-willed, but now she's completely unfazed by any big scene.
However, we can't expect her to shoulder everything alone.
Yuan Siyin put on her outer robe and pushed open the door. She leaned lazily against Ziyuan, her beautiful eyes seemingly filled with the darkness of the night, her smile dazzling: "How can this not be considered difficult? Would this count?"
As she spoke, she casually smoothed her still-damp hair, picked up a petal with water droplets still clinging to it, and dangled it between her fingertips.
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