A few days ago, Zhao Yang had gone to the county to make some purchases and had bought a few books on nursing, hoping to quickly train Zhang Xiuer into his capable assistant.
Zhang Xiuer was intently reading, looking very studious. From the feet up, Zhang Xiuer in her white nurse's uniform seemed especially delicate and uncommonly beautiful, especially that face, with bright skin and red lips, lovely beyond description, which made one reluctant to look away once their eyes rested upon it.
Zhao Yang remembered a phrase, "Beauty adds a splendor to study," that probably described the feeling?
As Zhang Xiuer read, her face suddenly turned red; clearly, she realized that Zhao Yang was watching her.
For a moment, she regreted agreeing to be a nurse here, thinking if nobody came to seek treatment every day, staying alone with just the two of them would be too embarrassing.
