Inside the Chamber of Secrets –

"Miss Wujiang, the hot water has been prepared for you, do you need to use it now?" The sound of Chuan Wan sounded outside the stone gate.

At this moment, Lan Wujiang just finished refining the aura, and the whole person seemed to be salvaged out of water, and some broken hair stuck to Lan Wujiang's snow-white neck.

"Hmm." She let out a weak nasal sound, and Feng Zhao's big hand gently patted her back to help her breathe.

Chuan Wan opened the stone door, first transported the bath bucket with aura, and then took the tray and put it on the side of the cold jade platform.

The tray contained clean clothes, as well as three bottles of bone training pills.

One bone pill is hard to find, but Chuan Yan took three bottles at the moment.

"Just now, the slave maid has already told the grandmother about the situation of the young lady, and the grandfather asked the slave and the maid to tell the young lady that when practicing, don't forget to practice the body, and the two can be combined to achieve the Great Dao."

The corners of her lips stiffened and rose, and the dark blue under her eyes was slightly obvious, and she ...... all night She is all running around because of Lan Wujiang.

But at this time, he could only endure the sleepiness and complete the task assigned by Ranhe......

"The slave maid goes out first, and when the young lady finishes bathing, you can call the slave maid." Without waiting for Lan Wujiang to answer, she retreated to the stone gate by herself and locked it with the key.

Feng Zhao's slender fingers pinned Lan Wujiang's broken hair behind Lan Wujiang's ears, his eyes worried, "Are you better?"

Lan Wujiang nodded, but his earlobes were inexplicably red, and the red mole became hot under Feng Zhao's inadvertent touch.

"You ......"

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes, and his clean pupils met Feng Zhao's gaze.

She was covered in blood, and she really should be washed, but Feng Zhao was still there.

In the past, when Feng Zhao was in her body, she was either in retreat or unconscious......

But how is she going to speak now?

"It's okay, you go wash." Feng Zhao suddenly hooked the corners of his lips, turned his back to Lan Wujiang, afraid that Lan Wujiang would not be at ease, and a strip of white cloth appeared in his palm, covering his eyes.

Lan Wujiang's lips moved, the tips of his fingers moved slightly, and the last person walked down the Hanyu platform, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt. Colorful Chinese

The wounds on her body were almost healed, but her white clothes were almost stained with blood.

Feng Zhao listened to the sound of his clothes falling to the ground, his fingers tensed unconsciously, and he didn't know why, he was inexplicably thirsty at this time.

Lan Wujiang stepped on a small stool and immersed himself in hot water.

The sound of rushing water tugs at people's heartstrings.

Lan Wujiang deliberately narrowed his movements after finding that there was a lot of movement, but it was self-defeating.

It seems to be more noticeable.

Feng Zhao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the phoenix eyes under the white cloth were dim and uncertain.

The water in the bath bucket has been kept warm by Chuan Wan with spiritual power, and Lan Wujiang's skin has been scalded out of a pale pink.

She half-buried her face in the water, her hair spreading like ink.

The sound of the water gradually became quieter, and the room was suddenly quiet, Feng Zhao frowned, and faintly called out without borders.

Before Lan Wujiang could agree, Feng Zhao turned around and walked towards her.

"Click......

The sound of water droplets splashing made Feng Zhao's movements stop.

He was standing by Lan Wujiang's bathtub, his beautiful eyes were covered by a white cloth, but it was difficult to hide, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was as bright as blood.

"Are you alright?" Feng Zhao's lips opened slightly, and the corners of his eyes under the white cloth were covered with a suspicious red.

"I'm done, you wait for me, I'll go get dressed."

Lan Wujiang was ashamed of the ridiculous thought that had just flashed in her mind, she stood up with a red face, and stepped on the stool outside the bathtub in a panic, but her feet slipped and she couldn't stand firmly.

Feng Zhao quickly hugged Lan Wujiang, his brows furrowed, and his white shirt was wet with water stains.

The two of them were tightly pressed against each other through a layer of fabric.