On his arm was his blood-drenched robe. Hua Qiyue silently took them. "Let me wash it for you. Have a good rest."

A blissful smile unfolded on Tianpi's pale face. "Haha, lass, you're so understanding. Thank you."

Hua Qiyue rolled her eyes at him. They were already at their wits' end and yet he had the gall to joke with her.

After washing his robe, she lay it out to dry in the sun. Then she went into the kitchen to heat up the tonic he had yet to ...