In the past few days, whenever Qin Gengyun returned from practicing with his master, Qiu Zhihe would apply medicine for him, so the kitchen always had medicinal herbs prepared for external injuries.
Qin Gengyun was an alchemist, brewing herbs was not difficult for him, and he quickly prepared a bowl of medicinal liquid using the herbs prepared by his wife.
Qiu Zhihe's injury was on her left shoulder, and to apply the medicine, she naturally had to remove her outer garment.
He asked his wife to undress with an air of righteousness, without the slightest hint of wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to admire her fair skin in the daylight.
Qin Gengyun placed the bowl of medicinal liquid on the bedside with utmost seriousness, and seeing Qiu Zhihe still lying motionless, he asked in confusion:
"Lady, why aren't you undressing?"
A blush rose on Qiu Zhihe's round little face. She turned her head to the side and whispered:
"It's daytime."
