Underwear is a woman's personal and private belongings, and it would be inappropriate for anyone else to give it away except Xiang Lan. Just when Xiao Chengyou was hesitating, he saw that Xiang Lan had disappeared without a trace.

The night wind suddenly picked up, and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard were swaying in the wind, and Xiao Chengyou's usually meticulous temples were also blown a little messy.

His gaze followed the lamps in the corridor towards the bathhouse, his dark eyes shimmering in the night.

Fu Ling looked so fragile. If he really caught a cold or wind, he would probably become ill.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chengyou sighed helplessly, went into the bedroom and opened the lower drawer of the cabinet.

The lavender gauze material is soft and light, and as soon as you take it out, a quiet fragrance will hit your nostrils.

It feels like you are on the vast water surface, with the sweet fragrance of flowers and trees lingering in the forest rippling in the wind, like a dream.

Fu Ling's dirty clothes hung on Xiao Chengyou's arm, and the thin gauze gave off a clear halo under the background of his black clothes.

A vague itch kept teasing his nerves. Although it was almost weightless, Xiao Chengyou's arms involuntarily stiffened, and the muscles tightened, making the soft gauze look particularly soft.

He folded his obscene clothes, wrapped them in cloth, and took a hidden path in Wen Yun Hall, meeting almost no one.

There was silence all around, and the bathhouse was not far away. However, his steps were hesitant, and the road was a bit long.

The door squeaked softly and Xiao Chengyou stepped in. The silver buckles on the sides of his boots were covered with steam, slowly spreading upwards and covering him in a moment, like a silent invitation.

The entire bathhouse was moist and warm, seemingly completely isolated from the cold wind outside.

In front of you is a large screen with exquisite landscape patterns embroidered on it. The rolling hills, lush vegetation, and golden silk glazing are dotted throughout. It's like falling into a glittering dream, everything is hazy and lingering.

Behind the screen, Fu Ling's bathing figure was vaguely reflected.

The long black hair hangs freely, and the looming outline is full of softness, which makes people want to explore the hidden spring scenery. The lingering fragrance blooms in the air. Xiao Chengyou is slightly startled, and then his heart beats violently.

He quickly came to his senses and placed the bag on the counter next to the door.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Chengyou said, "I left the clothes by the door."

The deep voice fell in the quiet air, exceptionally clear.

As if surprised by the man's voice appearing here, Fu Ling turned his head hastily, with half of his body out of the water. There was a sound of wet water in the tub, and there seemed to be a knocking sound.

As if she recognized his voice, Fu Ling asked softly, "Husband, is that you?"

Xiao Chengyou was slightly startled, and then he saw her exquisite figure unreservedly displayed, with a slender waist and a piece of skin under her slender neck like condensed white jade. Her looming appearance through the screen became more and more alluring, like a prairie fire. Burning desire in the heart of the heart.

"Yeah." His Adam's apple rolled, and then he immediately turned to leave.

Perhaps his mind was in turmoil, Xiao Chengyou's footsteps were hurried, and when he reached the door, he suddenly heard a short cry from behind, and then "hissed" as if he was in pain.

Xiao Chengyou stopped almost subconsciously.

The hot and cold air inside and outside the door alternated, like a hurricane passing through the bamboo forest, and a shiver ran down his skin.

After a long while, he asked, "...What's wrong?"

"I was moving in a hurry just now and hurt my ankle."

Fu Ling's voice was clear and delicate, like melting snow, and his back felt numb.

"Maybe I can't walk anymore..." She seemed a little aggrieved and asked tentatively, "Husband, can you give me a massage?"

Xiao Chengyou's breathing was stagnant in his chest, reason was burning in his mind, and he was ordered not to step into the world full of temptation, but his body turned back uncontrollably.

Fu Ling was injured because of him... He should take care of her.

Perhaps hearing Xiao Chengyou's hesitation, Fu Ling's tone was a bit depressed, "When my husband was injured by an arrow, I took care of him day and night without any complaints, but now my husband is not even willing to help me with this small favor. "I am so sad."

She was arrogant and aggrieved, and the end of her words had a crying tone.

This attempt to repay the favor was obviously effective. Xiao Chengyou's eyes dimmed, his voice was hoarse, and he compromised, "Turn around."

Just repaying her kindness... Xiao Chengyou thought silently in his heart.

He slowly walked around the screen. Fu Ling had obediently hid her entire body in the water. Her black hair was floating like ink dripping into the water. She raised her head slightly and looked at him timidly, revealing her face that was steamed by the water vapor. Her face was a little red, and the blush in her white skin was like an attractive peach blossom.

"Is the injury serious?" Xiao Chengyou moved a low stool and sat down beside her bathtub, and asked in a low voice.

He lowered his head and didn't look at Fu Ling. Only from the corner of his eye could he catch a glimpse of the rose petals trembling on the water's surface, a few of them clinging to her temples. The red color made her skin look whiter and softer.

"...It hurts." Fu Ling bit his lip, and then his slender calves came out of the water and rested halfway on the edge of the tub.

The splashing water droplets swayed lightly in mid-air, and then sprinkled on Xiao Chengyou's clothes and cuffs.

Xiao Chengyou didn't react for a moment and subconsciously looked at Fu Ling, but saw ripples on the water with her movements, petals spread out, and the hazy spring scenery underneath was faintly visible.

Xiao Chengyou was dazed for a moment, then hastily lowered his eyes.

A strange throbbing quickly surged up from the bottom of his heart, like a vine breaking through the ground, slightly tightening his heart, causing him to hold his breath briefly. After a moment, the blood flowed backwards, roaring with his heartbeat.

"Husband." Seeing that he didn't move, Fu Ling frowned and urged.

Xiao Chengyou finally came back to his senses, his eyes darkened as he looked at Fu Ling's injured ankle.

It must have been bumped into in a panic, and a bruise appeared on it, which was particularly conspicuous against the fair skin.

This bump was hardly an injury in Xiao Chengyou's eyes, but when he saw Fu Ling's tearful look, he suddenly felt a little distressed.

He silently placed his hands on her ankles and kneaded them carefully.

The skin that comes out of the bath feels moist to the touch, extremely smooth and delicate.

A slender hand could easily wrap around her ankle. Xiao Chengyou's thumb rested on her smooth wrist bone and slowly rubbed her injured area. His fingertips had rough calluses from years of military training. He scratched her, his movements were too gentle.

The moonlight shines through the gap in the window lattice and onto Xiao Chengyou's serious eyebrows.

Fu Ling pursed her lips slightly and raised her eyes to look at him. In the quiet bathroom, only the shallow breathing of the two people intertwined.