On the sofa, the man's face was grim, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression. Having just showered, his hair was still slightly damp, falling in messy strands across his forehead.
The man was wearing a loose robe that only reached his knees, revealing a small section of his legs.
When An Yin approached the man, her breath was uneven. Her wide, bright eyes swept over him, finally settling on his bandaged hand.
"Bao... cough, cough..." An Yin hurried to speak but hadn't realized how dry her throat was, and she coughed as she struggled with her words.
Bao Shaojin's face turned darker.
At this moment, the maid rushed over with a glass of juice, "Miss An, have a sip of juice first."
An Yin coughed a few times, politely accepting the glass from the maid, "Thank you!"
The maid slowly retreated.
As An Yin drank the juice, she glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye, noticing his gloomy and sullen expression. She took two small sips before turning to set the glass down.
