They use an electric water heater, which is kept on all day long to prevent running out of hot water when they urgently need it.
Lin Congzhi nodded: "Understood."
Dong Ya's behavior was relatively conservative and polite, which greatly reduced his wariness.
After giving the reminder, Dong Ya left the bathroom without staying a second longer.
She didn't push her luck or try to take advantage of him, so Lin Congzhi felt that she was a decent person. As a result, Lin Congzhi's wariness towards Dong Ya gradually eased.
After filling the tub with hot water, he carried it out of the bathroom and returned to Jiang Yimei's room.
He wet a towel, wrung it out, unfolded it, and folded it in half. While carefully untangling Jiang Yimei's messy hair, he gently wiped her forehead, face, eyes, nose, lips, and snow-white neck.
"Get away from me, don't touch me!"
Even though she was drunk and quite some time had passed, Jiang Yimei's conditioned reflexes were still so strong.
It seems Jiang Ze hurt her deeply.
In truth, no sentimental girl could bear knowing this.
Jiang Yimei behaved relatively well; if it were someone else, they might have committed suicide.
Despite Jiang Yimei's anger and obstruction, Lin Congzhi completed the head cleaning of Jiang Yimei.
Although the process was tiring and required taking care of Jiang Yimei's feelings, everything was worth it as long as Jiang Yimei was comfortable.
After wiping her head, he used a hot towel to wipe Jiang Yimei's small hands.
Her little hands are rough in some places, it seems she has suffered a lot over the years.
Jiang Yimei appears optimistic and cheerful on the surface, as if nothing is wrong, but in reality, no one knows how hard she is working.
She's really gone all out these years to help the vampire's parents and boyfriend.
As he touched her, Lin Congzhi felt a pang of pain in his heart, and tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes.
He didn't know why he felt so strongly, but if Jiang Yimei hurt a single hair on his head, he would feel pain; if she hurt his hand, he would feel excruciating pain that he couldn't calm down.
After wiping Jiang Yimei's hands clean, Lin Congzhi moved to the foot of the bed, took off Jiang Yimei's socks, and then washed Jiang Yimei's delicate feet.
Feet that walk in socks will more or less develop athlete's foot; however, the sophisticated man neither finds the smell nor the fatigue bothersome.
For him, Jiang Yimei was his everything, and he would never despise anything that belonged to him.
Jiang Yimei smiled as he washed the soles of her feet.
At first, Lin Congzhi thought Jiang Yimei was pretending to be asleep. But when he turned around, he found that Jiang Yimei was not awake and it seemed to be a subconscious reaction.
Jiang Yimei is not in any danger; her sensory cells are still functioning. He overreacted.
Jiang Yimei's feet have calluses.
These feet, which shouldn't belong to women, are now attached to Jiang Yimei's body.
Unbeknownst to him, he felt as if he had been pierced by a thousand arrows and torn to pieces, his heart aching terribly.
His departure over the years has caused her a lot of suffering.
If he had the chance in this lifetime, he would never let go again and let her suffer these hardships again.
After washing Jiang Yimei's feet, he covered her with a blanket and then poured out the smelly foot-washing water.
He had used the towel to wash Jiang Yimei's feet, and presumably Jiang Yimei didn't want it anymore, so he took it upon himself to throw it away.
After washing his hands, he returned to Jiang Yimei's room and silently stayed by her side.
He was tired and thirsty after working so hard for so long.
He glanced at the clear, almost impure, cool boiled water on the desk and hesitated whether to drink it.
Dong Ya wouldn't harm him, would she? She probably didn't tamper with the water, right?
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