Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

"Okay." Anan realized what she had just thought, and quickly withdrew her gaze from him. She picked up the chopsticks and absent-mindedly ate the vegetables on the plate. They were originally her favorites, but now she didn't even know what they tasted like. She just felt her face was hot.

He grabbed her burned hand, took the white medicine bottle she had placed aside, and gently applied the medicine to her.

A cool feeling came over her, instantly relieving the burning sensation from the burn, but it left her face completely burned. She looked up at him, her heart filled with excitement as if thousands of horses were galloping wildly.

He didn't blow on her, but put it down directly, put the bottle back on the table, and whispered: "It's not a serious injury. Remember to apply it again tonight."

He quickly cleared the plates on the table, put them in the lunch box, and went to the desk to look at the documents.

Anan tried his best to calm the excitement in his heart and slow down his breathing, then he looked at him with a wry smile.

Although he didn't mean it, this method is really invincible and makes people feel like spring breeze.

If he did it on purpose, who could see any trace of teasing or ambiguity from his righteous face?

Anan stood up and was about to take the two bottles of medicine on the table. Without even looking up, he said, "Jinyun's medicine is better. Leave it for me."

"Okay." Anan puffed up his cheeks and rolled his eyes. He wanted to leave, but after thinking it over, he walked over to the shelf and stood on tiptoe to take off his outer robe from last night.

He walked over, got close to her back, reached out and took off the clothes, handed them to her, but frowned and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Anan felt like he was on fire. His chest was pressed against her back, his hand brushed her delicate earlobe, his breath was just above her head, and his tall and strong body enclosed her completely.

"It's dirty. I'll wash it for you." In broad daylight, this guy! Anan gritted his teeth and didn't dare to look back, for fear that his drunken face would be seen by him. He just took the clothes and answered sullenly.

"No need." After hearing her words, he reached out and took the clothes from her arms and hung them back on the rack. He seemed to be afraid that she would reach it again, and pushed the whole dress to the highest place.

Anan was speechless for a moment, turned around to look at him, and then went back to his desk as if nothing had happened.

Anan's eyebrows jumped, and he was a little angry: "I don't want yours! I just want to help you wash it."

"Just take a good rest if your hand is injured. Why are you washing clothes?" He spoke without even raising his head, his tone full of unquestionable commands.

"I made it dirty, so of course I should clean it for you." Anan was helpless, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

"Before you came into my life, did I have to wear only dirty clothes?" He waved his hands, not wanting to say anything more.

Anan felt so depressed that he wanted to kick him twice. He thought to himself, this guy is cuter when he is asleep. But then he thought again, everyone said he was not interested in women, which was true.

He speaks and acts in an old-fashioned way. Not only is he ignorant of romance all day long, but he also teaches people in a ferocious manner. It would be strange if he could get close to a woman!

Thinking of this, she picked up the lunch box and went out. The breeze blew away the stuffiness, leaving only coolness between her hands. Her mood instantly improved. She hummed a tune and walked back with brisk steps.

The main house entrance.

Bi'an rubbed his red ears and complained to Jiuling beside him: "You are a person who always exaggerates. You said that the crack that can't even be seen is two fingers wide! The gentleman almost ran his shoes off, and I was so tired that Xiao Shi scolded me severely!"