Suddenly, there was a sense of fear, unwilling to be alone with Ye Xiaofan in the same space. If the previous feeling towards him was aversion, now Shen Zuimo was somewhat apprehensive.

She didn't know what kind of role her unreal self played in this guy's mind because she couldn't imagine having feelings for someone like him.

However, from another perspective, Shen Zuimo looked at this Ye Xiaofan with fresh eyes.

He was indeed a remarkable guy. If back when she had lost her memory, he was just a high school student, then the fact that he managed to play a game of hide and seek with the police and Red Butterfly for so long without being discovered means his intelligence must be unbelievably high.

Apart from his intelligence, when looking at his strength, if the events occurred just over eight months ago, how did he manage to transform from an ordinary high school student to the powerhouse he is today?

Eight months? Truly astonishing.

According to her brother, Ye Xiaofan initially knew nothing, and it was his skills that were self-taught. If not for witnesses around, she wouldn't dare believe this astounding fact.

In the training hall, Shen Zuimo seemed disinterested in continuing her training. She occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall, feeling as if the second hand was moving rather quickly.

Two hours seemed like a time she feared yet anticipated to pass quickly.

This feeling of ambivalence, self-conflict, was the first since joining Yanhuang Soul, and it was all because of someone like Ye Xiaofan.

At the time, Xiaofan was busily handling the herbs, unaware that his actions were starting to affect Shen Zuimo's thoughts. But the words Ren Ling spoke last night opened a door for him, allowing himself to speak naturally without trying to impress or hide anything deliberately.

The spider was non-venomous, and the bite wound was not serious. After sorting and cleaning repeatedly, Xiaofan placed the heap of herbs into two large pots, added water, and lit the gas stove.

The herbs in these two pots were for a day's use, and after the first boil for ten minutes, they could be poured into a large container to cool for a while, and the herb residue could continue to be boiled with more water.

After several repetitions, soaking in the herbal bath allows one's body to absorb the effects through the skin. Although absorption of traditional medicine is slow, its harmonizing ability is among the best in the world.

Having learned under his grandfather since childhood, Xiaofan had a unique understanding in this area and was greatly impressed with his grandfather's method of strengthening meridians and enhancing internal strength.

It does not disperse one's Inner Strength like pulling shoots to help them grow; only by solidifying oneself can one develop further.

Two hours felt long for some, while others thought it needlessly prolonged.

After two hours, Shen Zuimo returned to her room. She wasn't sweating much, indicating no intensive training had taken place.

"Rest a bit, the water temperature is still a bit high." Seeing Shen Zuimo return, Xiaofan finally turned off the heat, and the herbal water in the large container was over halfway full.

The smell of herbs filled the entire room, causing Shen Zuimo to wrinkle her nose. Though she wasn't a clean freak, she didn't particularly like the scent. In her memory, medicinal herbs were bitter, so the aroma was bitter as well.

Testing the water temperature with her hand, Shen Zuimo felt it wasn't too hot and was about to sit into the large container after removing her shoes.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing? Isn't this for me to soak in?"

"It's for you, yes, but you shouldn't soak with your clothes on."

"Why not? Is it because of your lewd thoughts?" Shen Zuimo immediately questioned.

"The fabric will block the skin from absorbing the medicinal effects, reducing the effectiveness by nearly thirty percent," Xiaofan truthfully explained.

"Get out..."

Again, but it seemed Shen Zuimo wasn't going to refuse further.

"It's not like I haven't seen before, and I need to add water for you. Hurry up." As Xiaofan spoke, he turned his face and looked away.

Shen Zuimo's beautiful eyes hesitated for a moment, then stopped being pretentious and quickly undid her clothes. She stepped into the large container with her long ****.

The moment she unzipped her tracksuit, Xiaofan's ears perked up, his mind wandering. Ah, what nostalgic sensations. To think of the hardships endured just to have the chance to touch her...

"No peeking."

"It's not about peeking, but expecting me not to look at all, that's simply impossible," Xiaofan continued.

The truth was, if he had to keep adding water, Xiaofan had to approach; without looking, how could he add water?

So Shen Zuimo silently agreed, and the two of them remained quiet together for over ten minutes.

After more than ten minutes, Xiaofan reached in to test the water temperature in the tub and then said, "I'm going to add more water."

"Go ahead."

Carrying two half buckets of water, Xiaofan unexpectedly discovered Shen Zuimo leaning back against the tub, covering her front securely with a white shirt.

Not covering would have been better. Just lifting her arm left the delicate white skin of her arms fully visible to Xiaofan. But Xiaofan only glanced with an appreciative look, and after adding the water, he returned to the balcony side.

Feeling the rising warmth in the water, Shen Zuimo let out a comfortable breath, feeling utterly at ease. Looking back towards Ye Xiaofan, she saw him moving the two large pots off the gas stove. Despite the heat, Xiaofan hurriedly placed his hands on his earlobes after setting them down. Clearly, it was quite hot.

Just then, Xiaofan instinctively looked over at Shen Zuimo and found she was watching him, lightly smiled, and took two mesh sieves to cover the buckets.

"Idiot, there's a wet towel there," reminded Shen Zuimo.

"That towel is yours."

"Can't I buy another?"

"Oh, right." Saying that, Xiaofan ran cheerily to the bathroom to fetch two towels: "Gosh, a towel used by Shen Zuimo would be a hot commodity at auction, yet now it's being used to hold this pot—what a waste."

His ability to make light conversation appeared once more. In the past, it would have made Shen Zuimo laugh out loud, but now, the corners of Shen Zuimo's mouth merely twitched slightly without any further response.

Carefully lifting the pot, Xiaofan cautiously poured the herbal liquid into the tub. The mesh sieves effectively screened out many minute pieces of herbal residue.

Seeing this scene, Shen Zuimo couldn't help but pause. Why was he being so meticulous with her, executing every step with such thorough care? He even endured burning his hands yet couldn't bear to use a towel as a buffer.

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