Ye Hui wore a pink-white silk long dress, walked through the moon gate, glanced at the two men, and paid no attention to the letter. In her mind, it was probably just an ordinary letter: “Let Ah Jin bring water first, I want to groom myself.” She raised her fair wrist and brushed her hair: “Forget it, I’ll take a bath in the bathroom next door. You can find Secretary Qin if you have anything.”
The water in the bathroom was hot spring water seeping from the ground, making bathing very convenient.
Qin Yuhang, dressed and wearing a robe, came to the hall, took the letter from Old Ten, and was about to read it. Thinking of his wife’s carelessness, he quickly told Old Eleven: “Go take care of her, be careful not to let another dangerous incident of a pill getting stuck in her throat happen.”
He originally wanted to send Ah Jin, but although Ah Jin was a eunuch, his wife was not familiar with him. Old Eleven was her man, so it was only right that he take care of her.
Old Eleven was surprised, completely disbelieving, his head buzzing like a meaningless puppet, following the figure heading to the bathroom.
Old Ten felt an indescribable sense of loss, both jealous and envious, his disappointment revealing his inner thoughts. Qin Yuhang glanced at him without paying attention, opened Huangfu Ze’s letter, and after reading it, the color of his eyes instantly brightened…
Meanwhile, Ye Hui took off her clothes and soaked in the warm spring water, placing her hand between her legs, slowly removing the unwiped bath liquid, thinking of the previous tenderness, with a hint of spring in her eyes. Suddenly, the bathroom door was opened, and Old Eleven’s handsome figure walked in.
Ye Hui’s heart skipped a beat, hiding herself in the water, lightly scolding: “Who let you come in?”
