Eve mustered up her courage: "Can I go to bed without taking a shower?"
"..." Azhe, "This is your freedom, you don't have to report to me."
"Oh, I'm just worried that this will make your bed dirty." Eve's cheeks turned red, "I'm actually not dirty. I will take good care of your bed."
Azhe asked in surprise: "Do you usually report these things to the young master?"
"Well..." Eve is also used to it, "If it were the young master, he would basically not agree to my rude request. He would usually say with a dark face: Go and wash!"
Eve kept a straight face and deliberately imitated Su Lixuan's emphatic speech.
They both laughed at the same time.
"It's not that I don't wash it because it's dirty," Eve said as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand it. "It's just that the wound hurts a little, and I can't touch the water yet."
"Wound?" Azhe's eyes darkened, "Did those women hurt you?"
"It's because I have a back injury..." Eve shook her head and asked worriedly, "I really won't make your bed dirty. In fact, I can also sleep on the sofa."
A trace of pity flashed across Azhe's eyes, as if he saw a kitten that had been abused by its owner. After picking it up, he had become accustomed to carefully looking at other people's faces.
"Eve, in my house, you can be yourself and do whatever you want without restraint."
Eve pursed her lips: "Young Master Azhe is so kind."
"..."
"Hey, how do you know my name?"
"Xuan called you."
"Hmm," Eve remembered, waving her hands like a lucky cat, "Then you go to bed early, good night!"
"Good night." Azhe smiled lightly and closed his arms.
Eve watched the door close and then relaxed her shoulders. To be honest, the wound was very painful. She kept enduring it and her feet were swollen from being stepped on by those women. Although she didn't take a shower, she still wanted to change out of the restraints.
, wash your face and butt and so on...
Eve picked up the bathrobe left for her on the bed and walked into the bathroom, being careful not to touch anything in Azhe's house.
**** turned her back to the mirror and saw bruises on her back. It hurt even more after being pricked by a needle. Could it be inflammation? There is no medicine here.
Eve washed herself and put on her bathrobe. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she heard a polite knock on the door.
Hey, could it be that Master Azhe ordered the servants to come and take care of her?
Eve opened the door and Qiu Shaozhe stood outside holding a medicine tray: "I guess you haven't slept yet."
"How do you know?"
"The light is still on," Azhe curled his lips, "I don't know how your wound is, so I brought a variety of medicines."
Eve was a little moved and watched Azhe come in sideways and put the tray on the bedside table.
"Master Azhe, thank you very much!"
"Don't be polite to me. Let me see where the wound is."
Eve nervously clutched her bathrobe: "That's not good. The injury is on my back. I can wipe it myself."
"How did you rub it?"
"Okay, I will find a way..." Eve blushed, "I usually wipe it by myself. I am a monster with long hands, so I can go around my shoulder and wipe it."
Azhe smiled again: "Well, let the doctor handle it for you again tomorrow. Let's make do with it tonight."
"Uh-huh."
Qiu Shaozhe turned to leave, but his eyes fell on her feet: "Is it swollen?"