"Xueyue." Li Wenmin stopped in front of the door with a frown. He had finally found her, but it was in the least expected place that he had in mind.
"What are you doing?"
Xueyue raised her head and shifted her focus from the towel she was wringing dry. Seated beside the bed of Wen Jinkai, she was replacing the towel that was originally on his head. Because of his injuries and his body's slow healing, his immune system was weak and thus, he had developed a fever.
"Changing the towel?" she responded, placing the cool towel on the forehead of the unconscious soldier.
Next, she brought the blanket higher up, making sure he was well-covered before standing up to close the window. She forced her gaze away from his well-fitted shirt that showed the form of his muscles. He was not overly burly, but had an ample amount of biceps for her eyes to wander.
"That's a servant's job," Li Wenmin told her, walking into the room. "Why are you so attached to this buffoon?"
