Lu Fengxuan held a pen and paper and turned around.
She inadvertently witnessed his awkward stride into the bathtub and was stunned for two seconds. Then she quickly looked down and fiddled with the pen in her hand.
Internally, a scream echoed within her, her cheeks flushed red as if rouge had been spilled across her face.
Usually, Yu Chiyin would tease her whenever he saw how thin-skinned she was, but at this moment, he was enduring the stinging pain of the medicinal bath soaking into his skin, gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly, forcing a reluctant curve of his lips.
This time, the medicinal effect was significantly stronger than before. He had soaked for less than half an hour, yet his complexion had turned as pale as paper, his lips faint in color.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead, some clinging to his eyelashes and falling with each blink, like tears.
