Not far away, Ji Nanjue, who was sewing a sleeve, caught a glimpse of Su Bei stealthily looking in her direction. A tender smile crept onto her cheeks as she stood up and walked toward him, speaking softly, "Husband, let me check your wounds."
"....."
She sat beside him, undid his clothing, gently held the wounded area, and examined it for a while.
Su Bei's wounds had generally healed completely. The tender, red new flesh was gradually becoming firm. A satisfied smile surfaced on her face, and she glanced at him with her clear, bright eyes. Her maturely beautiful face flushed, suddenly filled with an alluring feminine charm. She lifted her hand to tuck a strand of hair by her temple.
At that moment, Dan Wuque approached, holding a basket. In the basket lay a large watermelon and four delicate side dishes. A pot of tea sat on top; its porcelain pot was wrapped in a towel with several blocks of cellar-stored ice keeping it chilled. There were quite a few items indeed.
