Having eaten and drank their fill, Jiang Lingxi pushed Shen Yunqing back to their room to rest.
In the spacious bedroom, two luxurious beds of different styles were placed side by side.
Shen Yunqing's head was still dizzy, and with his face injured, he couldn't take a bath, but Jiang Lingxi definitely needed one.
Watching the person leisurely lie down on the bed, she decisively turned and went into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
She took off the clothes that had become somewhat tattered after the night's ordeal, and while her hands could still barely move, she quickly took a shower, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and came out to see Shen Yunqing still lying on the bed, not yet asleep.
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Let me see your hands."
Jiang Lingxi had no choice but to stretch out her hands in front of him, trying to find humor in the situation: "Tomorrow, you might have to feed me."
