"That should work." Fu Cheng shifted back slightly. He didn't dislike close contact with Shen Lu, but he was afraid his body's reaction would be embarrassing.
Too worried about Xiao Lang, Shen Lu didn't notice Fu Cheng's odd behavior. She went to the bathroom, found a washbasin, and filled it with warm water. Then she found what looked like a face towel, dropped it in, and carried the basin to Cai Su.
"Wipe Xiao Lang down. It'll make him more comfortable."
For now, Shen Lu didn't plan on telling ordinary people like Cai Su about the magical properties of the shop's water, wanting to avoid unnecessary trouble.
So she came up with a reasonably plausible excuse.
Cai Su nodded over and over. Doing something—anything—to help her son, even just a little, was enough to put her at ease.
With Xiao Lang's condition stabilized, Ye Fan and Lin Zhou didn't stay any longer and returned to their posts.
