Jin Yiyu accepted it somewhat embarrassedly.
Lord Zhao had something to do today and couldn't look after Qiao Xuejun, so he asked her to come and help take care of her. They agreed on it before she came that she would receive three candles as payment.
Originally, she came here just to thank Qiao Xuejun for what happened before and wanted to help. She didn't want the lord's thank-you fee at all.
But the lord kept his promise and gave it as soon as he said it would, and there was no point in refusing.
Jin Yiyun said, "Then I'll leave first. If you still need my help, Lord, just come to me. If I have nothing else to do, I can come and talk to Teacher Qiao."
"Okay, you go back." Zhao Xian said.
Jin Yiyu left with the candle.
Zhao Xian entered the room and closed the door.
Qiao Xuejun looked at him and said, "Lord Zhao, are you busy?"
She lay on the kang, which was warm. She curled up in the quilt, feeling very comfortable and satisfied.
In comparison, Zhao Xian was covered in dust and his trouser legs were covered in mud.
Zhao Xian: "Well, there is an urgent task."
He walked in, pulled off the black leather tactical gloves on his hands and threw them on the table next to him.
The temperature in the room was relatively high. He reached out and unbuttoned two buttons of his coat. Qiao Xuejun saw beads of sweat on the side of his neck. He must have been doing some tiring work outside.
Zhao Xian walked to the chair and sat down, picked up the military water bottle on the table next to him, took a sip of water, and his Adam's apple rolled.
After drinking the water, he put down the military canteen and looked at Qiao Xuejun: "Just woke up?"
Qiao Xuejun nodded: "Yes."
Zhao Xian: "Are you feeling uncomfortable today?"
Qiao Xuejun: "No, I just feel itchy at the wound on my arm. It should be healing soon."
Zhao Xian agreed with her: "Okay, it will heal soon."
But Qiao Xuejun has only been here for the second day, how could it be that fast?
Qiao Xuejun asked the system time, and the system replied that it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.
I don't know what Zhao Xian is busy with, why he just came back now. After all, it will be completely dark before 5pm.
Zhao Xian started to change his clothes after entering the room. His room was a one-bedroom and one-living room, with a small reception room outside. He grabbed his clothes and went out to change, then came back and moved out the camp bed and spread it out.
In order to facilitate carrying during marches, the camp bed is very narrow, and it is definitely not as comfortable to sleep on as the wide kang, which has a fire burning on it.
Qiao Xuejun watched him moving back and forth, and whispered, "Lord, I'm sorry for taking up your bed."
Zhao Xian: "No need to apologize."
He made the bed, then came over and added charcoal to the kang. Zhao Xian still had some coal.
Qiao Xuejun looked at the black coal in the bucket and asked curiously, "Lord Zhao, do you dig your coal in the mountains?"
There are many people in Zhaoxian, so it is not too exaggerated to dig a mine.
Zhao Xian: "No. I searched it when I was in the city."
Eighty percent of the population dropped, and most of the city was empty. Only a few people survived, but the resources were not consumed in time.
He brought the people from the First Base and collected most of the city’s resources.
Zhao Xian did not hesitate to add coal, and the kang was burning brightly.
Qiao Xuejun whispered again: "Thank you, Lord Zhao."
After all, she was the one who had always been using the kang.
Zhao Xian made a camp bed, but he couldn't enjoy any of the benefits of the kang. She felt it was not worth it for Zhao Xian.
So she asked, "Do you want to sleep upstairs together?"
Zhao Xian had just picked up a piece of coal with tongs and was about to put it into the kang, but when he heard this, his hands shook, and the coal fell to the ground with a gurgling sound and rolled twice.
Zhao Xian looked up at her: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Anyway... the bed is big."
Zhao Xian looked at her expression carefully and found that Qiao Xuejun's meaning was simple: The bed is big, buddy, come on, let's enjoy it together.
Zhao Xian: “…”
He was helpless and sighed: "Go to sleep, don't worry about me."
After he added fuel to the fire, he put the coal bucket back and went to the outer room to wash up. He was very quick.
Seeing him walk into the room and walk towards the camp bed, Qiao Xuejun asked again: "Lord Zhao, you really don't want to sleep with me?"
Qiao Xuejun has always been the one helping others more and rarely accepting help from outsiders. She always feels uncomfortable and awkward, and cannot accept it calmly.
Zhao Xian sat on the camp bed, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Teacher Qiao, you rarely accept other people's kindness? Are you embarrassed?"
Qiao Xuejun was hit on the head, feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed at being exposed, she lay straight in bed with her eyes closed: "No. I just want to thank you, it's fine if you don't want to sleep."
Zhao Xian: "I want to sleep, but if I squeeze you with my body, your injury will be in vain."
"So, be quiet, Mr. Qiao. Don't invite me."
Qiao Xuejun: ...
After turning off the lights at night, Qiao Xuejun turned around and looked towards the camp bed.
Zhao Xian lit a candle on the table, and deliberately controlled the flame of the candle to be very small, so that it could not shine far away and only emitted a faint light.
In such dim light, Qiao Xuejun looked at Zhao Xian lying on the camp bed.
He lay in bed, relaxed and at ease, covered from the chest down with an army green quilt, one arm resting under his head.
The camp bed was a little too narrow for him, and he was too tall, so he felt a little aggrieved that he couldn't get enough sleep when lying on it.
The candlelight flickered, and the dim light sprinkled on Zhao Xian's face, rendering contours of varying depths, making his facial features look more profound and three-dimensional.
What was even clearer was the thin shallow scar on Zhao Xian's jawline. Normally, he always wore a mask or nodded his head slightly, so the scar was not clearly visible. But now that Zhao Xian was lying there motionless, the scar could be seen clearly.
Under the warm light, it’s blurry, but there’s a different sense of intimacy than usual.
Zhao Xian usually appears to be a bit fierce and seems unapproachable at first glance.
Qiao Xuejun thought of the day on the great white shark's back when Zhao Xian's first bullet helped her deal with a mutant shrimp. The shrimp's claws were broken, but the broken shells flew around and cut her chin. If she remembered correctly, it was at about the same position as Zhao Xian's.
When you go back and look in the mirror, you will know whether it is in the same position. By then it will not be completely healed and there will be no trace, right?
"Look at the fees again, Mr. Qiao."
Zhao Xian suddenly spoke and opened his eyes.
The light of the candle flickered gently in Zhao Xian's eyes.
Qiao Xuejun immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, even holding her breath.
Pretending to be so serious.
Zhao Xian curled his lips: "Rest well and sleep more, the wound will heal faster."
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