As a last resort, she had to turn around again, "If you don't go out, how can I take off my clothes?"
"Take it off, I promise you won't look at it." He chuckled.
Ghost letter?!
Qiao Ran was speechless, that's all, there was nothing she could do to him on his territory.
With her back to him, she took off her soaked shirt and underwear. Then she squeezed the soaked clothes dry and placed them next to the hot spring.
Zuo Chenye kept looking at her smooth back and slender arms. After drinking some wine, his breathing became rapid. Damn it, I really don't know whether he was torturing her or himself.
Qiao Ran always turned her back to him. She submerged herself into the water, her long hair soaked and her whole body felt comfortable.
Although she was still having a fever, she felt that the temperature was passing by as she sweated. It seemed that her body temperature had gradually dropped, and her whole body had recovered a lot.
It took about ten minutes to soak.
Don't stay in the hot spring for too long, as you may faint easily.
She wanted to get up, but Zuo Chenye never left behind her, and she was a little at a loss.
Still hesitating.
Zuo Chenye stood up, took a bathrobe, came behind her, and said softly, "Get up, I'll help you put on the bathrobe."
She struggled for a moment, knowing that he couldn't drive him away.
She had no choice but to stand up from the water as quickly as possible with her back to him, and then quickly wrapped herself in a yukata.
Zuo Chenye laughed softly, hugged her from behind, pressed against her long wet hair, and breathed on the side of her neck, "Your face is so red."
"The water is too hot." Her voice was a little hoarse.
"Yeah." He smiled and stopped teasing her.
He pushed her down on the chair and said, "I'll blow dry your hair before going downstairs. Wet hair will catch cold easily."
She bit her lip. The floor-to-ceiling glass was like a mirror, reflecting her slim body and crimson cheeks. When the hot wind blew her long hair away, she felt her face getting even hotter.
He gently rubbed her hair and dried every part of it carefully.
Wherever his hand touched, it was even hotter than a hair dryer, burning right to the bottom of her heart.
When he finally finished blow-drying her hair, she felt like she was about to melt from the heat.
"Okay. Don't do anything today. Just sleep at home." He patted her shoulder, "I'll take you downstairs to rest."
"No need." She quickly stood up and opened the door as fast as she could, "I can leave by myself."
She almost couldn't stay in the bath for a long time.
She quickly returned to her room and got under the quilt. In fact, she was still a little tired. Although the hot spring relieved a lot of discomfort, after all, the disease was coming fiercely.
Zuo Chenye followed her downstairs and saw her huddled in the quilt, and couldn't help but laugh.
He sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms with the quilt.
"By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you."
"What's the matter?" Qiao Ran got his head out of the quilt.
"An Yunxi died last night." Zuo Chenye's tone was calm, as if he was just talking about the weather.
"Ah." Qiao Ran was a little surprised. He didn't expect An Yunxi to die so soon.
"Well, she died after the press conference. Gong Suyan sent a message to tell me. I didn't tell you that you were sick. For a person who should have died long ago, living one more day would be a benefit to her," he said coldly.
"oh."
Qiao Ran nodded. An Yunxi's death happened sooner or later. She was not surprised or had any feelings.
He had framed her everywhere, secretly changed her identity, and committed all kinds of evil.
An Yunxi took the blame on herself and finally got the ending she deserved.