Xiao Mingyan returned to the house, processed the meat, and came out to find Ling Yunxi panting and with flushed cheeks.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Mingyan's heart softened, and a silent smile emanated from his chest.
"Mistress, let it grow there."
"Is this really possible?"
Ling Yunxi looked at her yard. Although it wasn't very big, this tree just stood out so abruptly...
"No, I'm going to get a knife and chop it up."
As he spoke, he prepared to go into the kitchen.
“Mistress,” Xiao Mingyan called out to her.
“It’s great to live here. You see, when the door is open, people passing by can’t immediately see what’s inside. Isn’t that great?”
“This…” Ling Yunxi turned around and hesitated.
"Besides, it's quite hot during the day now, and having this tree might make it much cooler."
"Let's treat it as a new life experience, what do you think, Master?"
Ling Yunxi pondered, "It seems pretty good."
Xiao Mingyan said gently, "Mistress, you must be tired. Take a rest first. The food will be ready soon."
"good."
Ling Yunxi went back to her room to get her toiletries, intending to wash off the sweat.
When she came out of the bathroom again, Xiao Mingyan had already brought out the food.
"It smells so good." Ling Yunxi came out wrapped in an animal skin bathrobe.
She smelled the aroma of meat, while Xiao Mingyan smelled a delicate fragrance tinged with the scent of dampness.
After her bath, Ling Yunxi's skin had a faint pinkish hue.
Her wet hair clung to her beautiful jawline. Xiao Mingyan's gaze traveled from the dripping ends of her hair to her slightly open neckline, his eyes burning and his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
With undisguised admiration and desire, a faint smile curved his lips, as if he were admiring a treasure that belonged only to him.
"Are you done washing?"
Xiao Mingyan's voice was a few decibels lower and hoarse than usual, with a hint of barely perceptible restraint.
He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and could smell her fresh bath fragrance.
But to him it smelled incredibly tempting.
He reached out and, naturally yet with a clear intention, lifted a strand of her wet hair, his fingertips "accidentally" brushing against her burning earlobe.
He said in a low voice, "You won't catch a cold if you don't dry your hair."
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