Her face turned redder, she bit her lip, and sank into the bathtub, her fingertips nervously gripping the wall of the tub.
"You, you saw everything?"
She was not wearing anything.
Although the potion is dark in color, it cannot completely block vision.
What's more, she is so white that it's blinding...
Seeing her shy reaction, Yan Zhuoxu withdrew his hand and stared at her clothes hanging on the screen without blinking. He said coldly, "It's just a skin, no need to be nervous."
The big hand hanging by his side slowly tightened.
He wanted to twist the Buddhist beads, but found that his palm was only holding her silk handkerchief.
His eyes dimmed for a moment.
The air is filled with the rich aroma of medicine.
But he could easily capture the sweet fragrance emanating from her body.
Yan Zhuoxu felt inexplicably hot and even a little breathless.
He closed his eyes, took out a basil leaf from his sleeve, and put it to her lips, "Hold it in your mouth."
An unquestionable order.
Shen Zhiyi opened his lips blankly.
Hold it in your mouth obediently.
But she looked at him with confusion.
When Yan Zhuoxu looked at her, a sudden surge of anger rose in his lower abdomen, and he took a half step back.
He turned away, no longer looking at her face.
"Perilla leaves have a refreshing effect. Now that you're awake, just hold on for a while. I'll call Chen Bi in."
Add hot water again, and the first medicinal bath is complete.
He left in a hurry.
Shen Zhiyi heard the sound of the screen being knocked down, followed by the door being opened and his cold voice calling Shen Bi.
With a smile in her eyes, she slowly spit out the perilla leaves.
Turning his head, he looked at the ground beside him.
Her silk handkerchief disappeared, but a string of Buddhist beads lay quietly beside the basin.
She raised half of her body, lowered her arms, picked up the Buddhist beads, and sat back in the bucket.
Moonlight leaked in through the window lattice.
She saw the Sanskrit inscriptions on the beads, touched them one by one, then raised her hand and placed the string against her cheek...
Whisper very softly.
"Your Highness, how can Buddhist scriptures have the power to move people?"
"I will help you find your way back..."
*
Buddhist temple.
Yan Zhuoxu sat on the futon, staring at the silk handkerchief in front of him.
The soaked handkerchief has long since dried up.
But there is still a sweet scent of gardenia on it.
Perhaps the person who embroidered this gardenia was thoughtful and soaked the silk thread with the fragrance of the flower to preserve the aroma.
Or maybe, he wiped her sweat...
He closed his eyes.
My fingertips slowly touched the silk handkerchief...
That little face with wet hair and sweat, and a frown between its brows, clearly appeared in my mind...
Amidst his boundless thoughts and memories, he boldly and wantonly cast his gaze upon it.
From the lightly powdered eyelids, the tip of the nose, to the bright red and moist lips...
All the way down, reaching the slender and fragile neck...
Butterfly-wing clavicle...
Afterwards, dive underwater...
Knock knock knock——
Yan Zhuoxu suddenly came back to his senses!
"who?!"
His face turned pale, and he subconsciously rolled up the handkerchief and stuffed it into his arms.
"Master, it's me." Shen Zhiyi's soft voice sounded outside, "Your Buddhist beads fell with me, and I came to return them."
Yan Zhuoxu's body stiffened.
Get up and open the door.
Shen Zhiyi held the Buddhist beads in both hands and handed them to him.
"After taking a medicinal bath and resting for a while, I feel much better. I came here to thank you, Master."
Her eyebrows are curved and her smile is as beautiful as water.
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his lips, reached out and took the Buddhist beads from her palm.
"It's just a small favor, no need to thank me."
His fingertips touched her skin.
Yan Zhuoxu's jawline tensed and he quickly withdrew his hand.
He twirled his Buddhist beads, looking at the boundless moonlight outside the wall and her soft and harmless face. For some reason, a panic surged in his heart.
He exerted force with his big hand, trying to close the door.
Shen Zhiyi leaned against the door frame, smiling, "Master, have you seen my silk handkerchief?"
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