1540 Young Princess Red Face
Jun Shiling followed Xia Wanyuan into the main hall. Passing by the small courtyard, Jun Shiling looked around. Although the current Xia Wanyuan no longer knew him, her various living habits were still the same as before.
Although the small courtyard was very simple, beautiful chrysanthemums bloomed everywhere. In the late autumn night, the autumn rain hit the chrysanthemum petals and spread the fragrance.
Just like Xia Wanyuan in front of him, there was a faint fragrance in her coldness.
The light was as bright as day, illuminating the room’s warmth on this cold night.
Glancing at Jun Shiling’s tattered clothes, Xia Wanyuan walked into the house and brought over a blanket. “Cover yourself with this first. The weather is quite cold. I’ll get you a bowl of hot soup.”
With that, Xia Wanyuan entered the kitchen.
Jun Shiling was draped in a blanket, and there was a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. Jun Shiling’s eyes flickered as he walked to the kitchen door and looked at Xia Wanyuan quietly.
She was relatively calm. Just as she was about to extinguish the fire, Jun Shiling had already flashed in front of her.
He used his sleeve to extinguish the fire on Xia Wanyuan’s feet, then pinched the instep of Xia Wanyuan’s foot and was about to take off her shoes to treat her wound.
Xia Wanyuan was originally shocked by Jun Shiling personally cleaning her shoes. Then, she saw Jun Shiling preparing to take off his shoes.
In this era, revealing one’s feet was a very private matter. Xia Wanyuan’s ears vaguely flashed red. She retracted her foot and coughed unnaturally. “Young Master, you...”
Jun Shiling also realized that the current Xia Wanyuan and him could only be considered strangers who had just met. He immediately apologized to Xia Wanyuan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just want to take a look at your wound.”
Xia Wanyuan could see through people’s hearts and could naturally tell that there was no evilness in Jun Shiling’s eyes. Although Jun Shiling’s actions were indeed a little rash, Xia Wanyuan did not say anything else. She pointed at the noodles on the stove. “Bring this out.”
Jun Shiling nodded. He had just taken a step when he turned around. “I’m not looking. Take a look yourself, okay? Be careful not to burn yourself.”
Jun Shiling’s tone was the usual tone of coaxing Xia Wanyuan, with concern, doting, and gentleness.
For the second time today, the young Xia Wanyuan blushed.