Yuan YanYu's face broke into a smile, and she eagerly said, "Then I'll come find you in a while."
"Okay."
Yuan YanYu left.
After finishing breakfast, An Youyou went straight to An Ji's room.
An Ji was sitting on a soft couch, writing with his head down.
In a dark green robe, his smooth long hair cascading down, his handsome features and distinctly defined face, what a picture of a beautiful man.
An Youyou withdrew her gaze.
She calmly walked up to An Ji, "Let me check your wound."
An Ji looked up at An Youyou, gracefully setting aside his writing, sitting upright with a dignified air.
An Youyou sat across from him, reaching out to help him loosen his robe, revealing his well-toned upper body. She gently unwrapped the bandage, looking at his crimson wound, now fully scabbed over. She lightly touched it with her fingers.
An Ji sat upright, feeling a bit tense.
"Does it hurt?" An Youyou asked.
"No." An Ji replied.
