He returned home.
Chen Nan took a cold shower and then came out wearing only his boxers, his handsome face breaking into a radiant smile.
He hadn't expected to have such an encounter tonight, having been involved with a beautiful aunt.
Even now, thinking back on it left a lingering taste of delight!
After tossing his previously worn robes into the washing machine, he began to get busy.
He washed the herbs he had bought and, following a specific sequence, placed them in a clay pot to simmer over low heat.
He was making a scar removal ointment for Lu Anran, to make her body even more flawless.
It was a task that really tested one's patience.
Luckily, having cultivated in the mountains for two years, patience was what he lacked least.
After placing a dozen kinds of herbs in the clay pot, he sat down cross-legged, facing upward, chanting the "Scripture of the Hidden Talisman" as he began to cultivate.
