A calming, sleep-inducing incense was burning in the room.
A faint lavender fragrance permeated the air.
Yu Hanche carried Jiang Xinli to the side of the bed but didn't immediately put her down.
His arm was still clasped around her waist. His long, pale fingers gently pried open the collar of her bathrobe, his voice low.
"You reek of that potion—" He leaned in, his thin lips nearly brushing against her earlobe. "Shall I help you... wash it off?"
Jiang Xinli glanced at the bathroom, her entire body tensing. "No, thank you."
The man's lips curved into a slight smile, and he lifted a finger—
A blast of hot air descended upon them.
Jiang Xinli felt as if she'd been instantly tossed into a dryer saturated with the scents of red wine and agarwood.
A warm, powerful current of air enveloped her entire body, layer by layer.
The hot air caressed every inch of her, from the tips of her hair to her fingertips.
In no time, her hair and the clothes beneath her robe were completely dry.
