coobybook Chapter 1154 - 614: Reunion
Chapter 1154 - 614: Reunion
She raised her eyebrows: "Why?" The more casual his words, the more she sensed something suspicious, purely a woman’s intuition. He easily shifted the topic, further arousing her alertness.
Changtian glanced at her, humming lightly: "Your injuries are not healed, and you can’t move below your head. Meeting guests like this would weaken the name of my Hidden Stream." Despite his words, seeing her jealous, a hint of satisfaction stirred in his heart, and he promptly placed a candy in her mouth.
She opened her mouth to accept the candy, yet was convinced: Though Changtian remained his usual sharp-tongued self, he was unsettled!
She hadn’t even taken her medicine yet, under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to trick her into eating these two candies. She pursed her lips and quickly stated her request: "Changtian, I want to take a bath."
Having lain in bed for three days, with Changtian casting the Cleaning Technique on her daily, but she has a natural love for water, a habit brought from being a mortal, feels that this sort of "dry cleaning" without water isn’t truly clean. As she made this request, she yearned to immerse herself in hot water.
He furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly considering. She immediately pleaded softly: "Take me, I itch all over!"
Understanding her habits, he no longer refused, ordering the maids to prepare the bath first, then he leaned down, picked her up, and walked out.
Behind Yixian Inn is the Bath Hall built specifically for the landlord. Connected by a closed corridor, she only wore undergarments without outsiders seeing. It was her first time entering the Bath Hall, and out of curiosity, she found it inherited Hidden Stream’s consistent style. The so-called Bath Hall is actually a hollow giant tree, with a diameter nearly sixty meters. Despite the tree appearing lush and full of life from the outside, the inside was hollowed and converted into a Bath Hall. Probably nowhere else on the Southern Continent, besides Hidden Stream, could such perfect manipulation of woodland be accomplished.
The hall has no supporting beams or columns, adding to its spaciousness. Only a few camphor wood screens separate the spring eyes from each other.
The hot springs in the Snake Forest are scarce, but Changtian ordered the best few to be directed into the Bath Hall, thus alongside regular hot springs, there were three other kinds. One was azure in color, like fine wine, after a long soak, one would feel lightly intoxicated as if drinking; another was milky white, resembling milk, often soaking could make the skin white and delicate; and the last one was dark red, resembling rust, though frightening in color, it was exceptionally effective in relieving fatigue and annoyance.
He walked slowly across the smooth russet-colored floor, gently placing Ning Xiaoxian beside the red spring, gave some instructions to the maid, and turned to leave. The ground near the spring was uniformly paved with warm stone, which absorbed the spring’s temperature, remaining cozy, so lying there wouldn’t feel cold.
"Changtian." She suddenly called him from behind.
Changtian stopped, slightly turned his head, waiting for her to continue.
Seeing the maid approaching to change her clothes, she bit her red lips, summoned her courage, and the resulting voice was still as thin as a mosquito’s buzz: "I’m not used to others being close."
He stood in place for a while before returning.
"Everyone, leave." He commanded sternly.
In the Bath Hall, it quickly became more empty. With a "creak," the maids, savvy, tightly closed the hall door as they exited.
He removed his shoes and socks, jumped into the spring, wading through the water to her side.
His steps naturally made no sound, but the sound of water couldn’t be concealed. As she listened to the increasingly nearby water movement, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, her cheeks reddening, unsure if it was from shyness or the steamy bath hall atmosphere.
Changtian gazed at her, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, gently raised his hand to lift her down, her long black hair slowly submerged into the spring water. Uncut for three years, her hair reached her ankles, now gracefully spread out, as if alive like silk or snakes. Changtian’s large hand supported behind her head, pressed down along her acupoints, the pressure even and gentle, making her sigh with comfort.
Impressive, three years without practice, yet his massage technique remained expertly skilled. She tightly closed her eyes, hearing only the bubbling water, unable to hear a sound from the person in front, she knew this once proud man was tenderly washing her hair. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote recommendations and monthly tickets on qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)