After preparing the herbal medicine, everyone left except for Ningyan.
After all, the only one who could be close to Zhuo Junyue was Ningyan.
His need for cleanliness was so severe that he would rather tolerate a smell than allow others to touch his body too much.
Entering the bathroom, Ningyan asked Zhuo Junyue to sit aside while she tested the water temperature with her hand.
The water was still a bit hot, and the strong scent of the herbs filled the bathroom.
The steam kissed Ningyan's face, turning her cheeks a rosy-red, much like a ripe, delicious apple.
Zhuo Junyue sat on the side, quietly watching her bustling about.
Ningyan was worried that he might feel uncomfortable sitting in the water for too long and decided to wash him slowly.
Uncle Shao had mentioned earlier that this herb was specifically for soaking and could help heal the wounds by disinfecting them.
"Uncle, come here, I'll wash your hair first; it's gotten oily," she said.
