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"Brother Xiaokang, go see if the wooden house is liveable?" Jing Chunxi handed Xu Zize a lit tinderbox and instructed. She leaned against the stone, closed her eyes, and enjoyed this brief moment of rest.

Xu Zize acted dumbfounded. He looked at Jing Chunxi, and asked with a somewhat amused expression, "You're not going to leave space for her to live in? Are you going to keep mosquitoes in the cabin?" He really thought the girl might be too tired from work and her brain wasn't working well. He shook his head, thinking secretly.

"Only when you enter the space can you rest properly. You should start working as soon as it's light, otherwise it will still be dark when you get home."

Xu Zize said seriously. He didn't want the girl to be like she was in the Damuding Mountains, without rest for two days and two nights.

He estimated the time. If he rested enough and continued early tomorrow morning, the ore should be almost unloaded by the afternoon. There would still be time. At the latest, he would not return to the village until dark.

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After entering the space, the two were not in a hurry to find food, but tacitly solved the problem of washing first.

Jing Chunxi walked through the cluttered corridor with ease, came to the door of the bathroom, and filled the large bathtub with well water.

When her toes touched the water, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. This well water was truly magical, neither hot nor cold, but just the right temperature, like a hot spring warmed by the sun. As she sank deeper, the clear water gently rippled around her neck.

She immersed her entire head in the water, her long, dark hair spreading out on the surface like seaweed. The warm water seemed to have life, enveloping every inch of her skin, and even between her toes, she could feel the subtle flow.

Drops of water slid down her slender neck, lingering briefly at her collarbone before continuing their downward flow. A gentle touch revealed that the wrinkles on her calves, caused by soaking in the stream, had vanished at a tangible speed. Her skin had become plump and smooth again, like a bud saturated with moisture, brimming with life.

Soak until you're satisfied. After getting dressed, Jing Chunxi stood in front of the bronze mirror and examined herself carefully. The girl in the mirror had a healthy blush on her cheeks, as if she'd applied the finest rouge.

She raised her hand to touch her cheek, and the touch from her fingertips was smoother than the finest silk. Even more amazingly, even her nails shone with a pearly sheen, and her eyes, which had been slightly dark from fatigue, now shone brightly like stars.

She gently turned her body and found that even the stiffness in her joints disappeared without a trace, and her whole body felt so light that she seemed to be dancing with the wind.

This situation made Xu Zize, who had also just come out of the shower and was standing behind Jing Chunxi, lose his mind.

After eating some simple food in the space and taking a few bites of candied fruit, the two stood in the pink boudoir and looked at each other.

Xu Zize's eyes swept around the room, finally stopping on the bunk bed that was obviously only big enough for one person to sleep on.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his back almost touching the carved door frame. "I'll just go to the main hall and take a nap." His voice was a little deeper than usual, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

In the main hall, besides the rosewood square table where they used to sit and drink tea, there were also two mahogany eight-immortal tables and several drum stools that had not been moved away after their last meal. They had to be very careful even where they stepped.

Jing Chunxi imagined him curled up in the armchair. Although the chair was cushioned, the backrest was straight. His neck would probably be stiff if he woke up.

She frowned, and the tip of her small nose wrinkled slightly. She looked around. Apart from the bed, there was only a cabinet and a large empty space in front.

"There are plenty of beddings, just move a bed over." She said as she walked to her bed and touched it gently. The next moment, two or three neatly stacked beddings and pillows appeared on the bed. The satin quilts shone softly under the illumination of the night pearls, and looked fluffy and soft like clouds.

"Then, let's pave the walkway by the door! I'll sleep outside." Xu Zize's ears flushed slightly as he looked at the girl, her hair loose after her bath, her thin clothes soaked with dark water stains. She still carried a fresh scent from her bath, which made him hold his breath.

"Aren't you afraid of thunder and lightning squeezing in to sleep with you?" Jing Chunxi suddenly smiled, revealing two shallow dimples. As soon as she finished speaking, two large gray wolves strolled in from the door.

Jinglei's fur shone with a silver-gray metallic luster under the light, and his thick tail made a rustling sound as it swept across the ground; Lightning rubbed the back of Xu Zize's hand with his wet nose, and his sharp canine teeth were faintly visible when he opened his mouth.

The shoulder height of these two ferocious beasts is now up to the waist of an adult man. If they really pounce on the bed, even the sturdy Luohan bed will probably fall apart.

Xu Zize was stunned when he heard this. He looked down at his moon-white gown and imagined his miserable appearance covered with wolf hair. He couldn't help but shudder.

"Come in! I'm not as scary as a wolf." Jing Chunxi had already turned and walked towards the next room, her skirt making a slight scraping sound as it brushed the threshold. She still remembered which room the bed was put into.

There was a rosewood Luohan bed with two layers of thick bedding underneath, and a thin blanket and jade pillow for him to cover himself with.

After doing all this, she walked towards her embroidery bed without looking back and lay down on it. The pink gauze curtain swayed gently behind her, like a layer of hazy mist.

Xu Zize stood before the Luohan bed and heard the rustling of fabrics rubbing against each other from within the gauze curtains, followed by the gentle sound of a brocade quilt being lifted. Soon, the sound of even breathing could be heard through the layers of gauze, occasionally interspersed with a few muffled whispers in his sleep.

The boudoir was filled with a faint fragrance, like gardenias after rain, with a hint of the sweetness of honey. The scent lingered at the tip of his nose, making his temples throb.

He forced himself to close his eyes, but the scene of the assassination on the day of Tan Xiang kept flashing in his mind.

The clearest memory wasn't the flash of swords and sabers, but the feel of that thin shoulder supporting his entire weight as his consciousness blurred. The slight tickle of Jing Chunxi's hair brushing against his cheek, the warmth of her rapid breath against his neck, and the sobbing voice of "Brother Xiaokang."

His fingers unconsciously brushed over the long-healed scar on his abdomen, leaving only a thin, pale line. In the sterile room, even though he couldn't move, he could clearly feel the sting of the cold needle piercing his flesh, and then the trembling of those soft hands as they carefully tied the knot.

The most unforgettable thing was the tears that fell around the wound. Each drop was as hot as red-hot charcoal, leaving an invisible mark on his skin.

When he opened his eyes for the first time in the sterile room, he was greeted by the girl's haggard face. Dark shadows hung under her eyes, and her lips were chapped from lack of water. But the moment she saw him awake, she smiled brighter than the morning sun.

At that moment, the joy in her red eyes almost overflowed, causing his heart to tremble.

Xu Zize opened his eyes in the darkness and looked toward the curtains. Moonlight streamed through the window onto the pink bed curtains, outlining a vague outline.

He suddenly became convinced that the girl, who always spoke tough but was soft-hearted, must have liked him. She might not have realized it herself, but her subconscious concern, casual protection, and the slightly puffed cheeks when she was angry all spoke of the purest affection.