Su Qinglan finally stopped teasing Han Jue with her gaze and slowly walked back inside the room.
After spending an entire day outside, rolling through forests, fighting danger, and worrying about her family, she felt sticky and uncomfortable from head to toe. The first thing she wanted now was not sleep, not rest, but a proper wash.
Using the warm water Han Jue had prepared for her, she carefully wiped her face, neck, arms, and body. The cool feeling instantly washed away much of the exhaustion she had been carrying since yesterday.
Then she changed into a fresh set of loose clothes and finally let out a long sigh.
Much better; now she felt clean.
Outside, the sound of cooking drifted through the house.
Su Qinglan lifted her head slightly and immediately smelled the familiar fragrance of dumplings. Her stomach growled.
A few moments later, Han Jue entered carrying a large steaming bowl. The fragrance instantly filled the room.
