The two were deeply entwined.
Afterwards, Jiang Xingye carried her to the bathhouse at the back hall.
As soon as she got into the water, Xu Qinghuan's skin felt a bit prickly.
Xu Qinghuan gasped slightly, making Jiang Xingye tense up. Embracing the warmth and softness within his arms, his breath became shaky, and his voice was husky, "Did I hurt you?"
He tightened his arms, glanced over, a white gauze veil obscuring the view, misty like fog, "Let me check for you."
Xu Qinghuan buried her face in his embrace, not daring to lift her head, "Just soak for a while, it'll be fine."
This water was spirit water, any ordinary superficial wound would heal quickly after a soak.
Jiang Xingye insisted on checking to be at ease.
When he checked, Xu Qinghuan felt incredibly embarrassed, covering her face with the gauze, pretending not to notice anything.
