She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Han Xi lowered his eyes, his face still flushed with lingering desire, and carefully cleaned her fair and delicate fingers with his slender fingers.

The slightly cool water temperature gradually brought Fang Li's hot and confused mind back to normal.

Realizing what had just happened, a blush instantly spread across her fair cheeks, and she gently bit her red lips. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't know it would happen today..."

The sound of flowing water stopped abruptly.

Her warm, damp hands were wrapped in a soft towel as the man gently dried them, finger by finger. He placed the towel aside, then leaned against the sink on either side of her, looking up at her. Fang Li's hands, clasped together on her lower abdomen, trembled slightly; the burning sensation seemed to linger in her palms.

She slowly turned her stiff eyes to look at the man in front of her. Her watery, reddened eyes trembled slightly, revealing unease, apology, shyness, and a hint of relief hidden deep within...

Fortunately?

Han Xi narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his hard Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a soft laugh escaped his throat the next moment.

"Are you sure it wasn't intentional?" His deep eyes looked at Fang Li, a meaningful glint in them. "So, you're actually looking forward to this too?"

Fang Li's hands, resting on her lap, trembled slightly. Her red lips twitched stiffly, "No, not really..."

"There's none?"

Han Xi's eyes were fixed on her, but his large hands, which were supporting him on either side, moved imperceptibly and gently grasped her boneless little hand.

Fang Li's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

The next moment, her left hand was gripped tightly by the man, who slowly raised it to his lips and kissed it.

Han Xi's lips were still burning hot.

Fang Li's fingers trembled as if burned, then froze.

"Are your fingers sore?"

Fang Li: "......." Would you call this a vulgar or offensive statement?

Can she choose to automatically shut her ears?

Sour or not?

It's been so long, don't you think it's sour?

How is she supposed to answer that?

Fang Li bit her lip and remained silent.

Han Xi noticed the embarrassment in her eyes, and gently kneaded her fingers with his large hand, his gaze as tender as if it could drip water.

"Does it hurt there?"

"Huh?" Fang Li looked up in surprise.

The flush on her face faded, and a hint of paleness gradually appeared on her cheeks.

Fang Li's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her lips: "A little."

Han Xi frowned slightly: "I asked Aunt Rong to prepare daily necessities in advance, and they are all placed in the storage cabinet next to the bathroom. You can tidy up first, and I will go and make you some ginger and jujube tea."

"It's okay, I..."

Before Fang Li could finish speaking, her body was suddenly suspended in mid-air.

As if it were real, she was being carried by the man, who was holding her waist like a child, and placed her on the toilet in the bathroom.

"I'll be up soon, and I'll go back to bed after I'm all tidied up, okay?"

The man was gentler than ever before.

Fang Li was a little unaccustomed to it and nodded blankly, "Oh, okay."

Han Xi smiled slightly, raised his hand to ruffle her messy hair, turned around, pulled his bathrobe tighter, and left the bathroom.

A few seconds later, the sound of a door closing came from outside.

The room returned to silence, and Fang Li sat on the toilet, staring blankly at her hands resting on her knees.

The mere sight of those slender, white fingers instantly transports memories back to the tumultuous journey of just a few minutes ago.

She suddenly put her hands behind her back and clenched them tightly.

He tilted his head back and let out a long sigh of relief. Only when he looked down did the heat on his cheeks subside a little.

downstairs.

Ever since Han Xi, reeking of alcohol, carried Fang Li upstairs and remained silent, Aunt Rong's heart stirred, and she immediately guessed what had happened upstairs.

She dismissed all the servants and sent them back to their dormitories to rest, leaving herself alone to tidy up her things downstairs before heading back to her room to rest as well.

Just then, the sound of a door opening and closing came from upstairs.

Not long ago, the gentleman, who had been walking unsteadily, appeared at the top of the stairs wearing only a bathrobe and looking radiant.

"Still not asleep?" Han Xi asked.

Aunt Rong was stunned for a moment, and stood there forgot to answer.

Indeed, the gentleman had never said such polite words to her in all these years.

It wasn't until Han Xi's footsteps echoed down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen that Aunt Rong suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly followed him, saying, "I was just about to go back to my room. Are you hungry, sir?"

Han Xi walked straight to the refrigerator, opened it, and took out ginger, red dates, and brown sugar one by one. Without turning his head, he said, "Ali's stomach is not feeling well, I'll make her some tea."

"Oh, is Madam on her period?" Aunt Rong quickly opened a storage cabinet, took out a jar of something, and said, "Ginger and jujube tea isn't very effective. I've prepared some motherwort. Adding some of this to it will make it drink better."

"is it?"

Han Xi took it with some skepticism, looked at it, and then took out his phone to check it before feeling relieved. "Alright, I'll take care of things here. You can go and rest now."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Aunt Rong was a little worried. "How about I do it? Didn't you say that Madam isn't feeling well? You should go upstairs and keep her company. I'll cook it and bring it up to you."

"It's okay, I want to cook it for her myself."

Seeing that Han Xi's movements were quite skillful, adding water and slicing ginger, each step looked orderly. Aunt Rong stood aside for a long time, unable to get a hand in, before finally turning back to her room with several glances back.

Fang Li quickly washed up, tidied up, and returned to her room more than ten minutes later.

The room lights have been turned on.

Standing by the bed, looking at the clothes scattered all over the floor, her cheeks flushed again.

She raised her hand to cover her cheek, stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up and then flattened, then curled up and flattened up again.

Realizing he had acted foolishly, he let go of her hand, picked up the scattered clothes one by one, and arranged them on the sofa by the bed.

After tidying up the clothes, something else occurred to her.

Lifting the soft quilt, sure enough, there were a few scarlet spots stained in the center of the white bedding.

Before Han Xi returned, she quickly found a new set of bedding to change into, and then quickly washed the soiled sheets in the bathroom before returning to her room.

Once she lay back down on the bed, she felt a slight soreness in her lower back and a persistent, throbbing sensation in her lower abdomen.

Han Xi entered the room at this time.

When he came in, he was carrying a small tray. Seeing that Fang Li was leaning against the headboard with a slightly pale face, he went over and placed the tray on the bedside table. He then picked up the bowl and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Ginger, jujube, and brown sugar tea with some motherwort added; it should make me feel better after drinking it."

“Jiang…” Fang Li frowned slightly.

Han Xi belatedly realized, his long eyebrows furrowing slightly: "I know you don't like ginger, but ginger is indispensable for this tea."

Fang Li pursed her lips, her eyes still showing rejection.

Han Xi held the bowl, gently scooped a spoonful and held it to her lips, patiently saying, "Don't worry, I put in a lot of brown sugar, it's very delicious, try it first?"