Before Yan Zhuoxu had time to think, his body had already rushed to the screen before his brain.
"She's wearing nothing at the moment."
Yan Zhuoxu suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Turn your head away and avoid looking.
He gripped the frame of the screen with his finger bones and slowly tightened his grip.
"Master! The young lady is leaning against the bucket, and even her breath is weak! I wonder how long she can hold on..." Chen Bi's voice was anxious, and it sounded like she was about to cry.
What matters is life and death, which is ultimately more important than the separation of men and women.
Yan Zhuoxu closed his eyes.
Use your palm to push open the screen.
A strong, astringent, and bitter smell of medicine hit me in the face.
He looked up.
His sight passed through the hazy white steam and fell on the huge medicine barrel.
She leaned weakly against the bucket, her head slightly tilted back, revealing a section of her fair, fragile neck.
There was an abnormal blush on her face.
Her long, wet, dark hair stuck to the sides of her face and cheeks, winding around them, immersed in the dark brown medicine.
Her shoulders were thin, like a fragile butterfly perched by the water.
Beneath the water's surface, there is a hazy, undulating outline obscured by the medicinal juice, appearing and disappearing amidst the ripples, a breathtaking sight.
Yan Zhuoxu's Adam's apple rolled suddenly.
He quickly averted his gaze, his ears heating up uncontrollably.
But in just a moment, my worry about her overwhelmed all my beautiful thoughts.
He walked quickly forward and leaned over to touch her neck.
His fingertips touched a smooth and slightly cool skin. Yan Zhuoxu clenched his Buddhist beads and forced himself to focus on his pulse.
Everything works fine.
I think it's because I soaked in the bath for too long and felt dizzy temporarily.
Yan Zhuoxu breathed a sigh of relief.
He withdrew his hand and his gaze fell on the basin of cold water on the ground next to him.
On the clear water, a white silk handkerchief embroidered with a gardenia was floating.
It's hers.
"I'll get a basin of cold water for the young lady." Chen Bi said this behind the screen and hurried out.
When Yan Zhuoxu came to his senses, the door had already been closed.
He was silent for a moment, put the Buddhist beads aside on the ground, reached out to twist the silk handkerchief, stood up, and helped Shen Zhiyi wipe the thin sweat from his forehead bit by bit.
Chen Zhiyi sighed in dizziness and involuntarily pressed her face against the handkerchief in his hand.
It looked like it was rubbing against his palm.
Yan Zhuoxu paused.
The color of his eyes also became dark.
Shen Zhiyi's long eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes a little, her eyes vaguely falling on his face.
Then, he blinked very slowly.
"You're here..." Her red lips moved as if she had exhausted all her strength.
She closed her eyes again and put her face into his palm, "Are you here to save me...?"
Her voice was very soft, like a whisper.
Yan Zhuoxu's face suddenly darkened.
you?
Who did she mistake him for?
Ye Jinghong?
The tone is so familiar and full of dependence. Has she been waiting for him?
A nameless anger suddenly rose up, mixed with an indescribable bitterness, blocking his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his lips, and even the air around him became a little colder.
He pulled his hand back expressionlessly.
"You're stunned."
But Shen Zhiyi suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him from leaving.
"Yeah..." There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, looking fragile and sad. "If I hadn't fainted, how could I be so close to you, sticking to you, leaning on you, and not pushing me away."
She pushed his fingertips away and placed her face in his palm again through the silk handkerchief.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time..."
His hands were large, his palms covering her entire face, his knuckles piercing through her hair, covering her red ears.
Yan Zhuoxu curled up his fingertips, but she held them tightly and he couldn't move.
He was a little angry.
He moved his thumb, pinched her jaw with his tiger's mouth, and asked in a cold and sharp voice: "Chen Zhiyi, look carefully, who am I."
The cold voice was filled with anger.
He vowed to pull her out of her melancholic fantasy and make her look clearly at only him.
Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes, saw his face clearly, and was stunned.
"master……"
She seemed to finally realize the difference between reality and fantasy.
She finally realized what she looked like in front of him.
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