The bright yellow light of the Fire Stone bloomed like flowers as Yun Qian sat in the bath, watching Xu Chang'an through the misty white mirror as he seriously washed her hair.
Xu Chang'an was indeed very serious, carefully holding the soapberry and gently wiping.
He also felt that his attention was extremely focused, completely ignoring the rosy hue on her face, the scant warm breath she exhaled, and even the faint fragrance mixing with the soapberry's scent.
Alright.
Though self-deception is quite foolish, Xu Chang'an didn't think of himself as particularly bright.
Well, perhaps because he had washed away the day's dust and fatigue, Miss Yun appeared exceptionally beautiful to him now, which aligned with the idea that he saw Yun Qian as a sparkling red gem.
"You drink wine, yet you don't get drunk," Yun Qian suddenly remarked.
Xu Chang'an paused, then nodded, "It's not the time to get drunk."
Under Yun Qian's "care," he drank wine, then bathed as usual, preparing to rest.
