However, his words made Qin Yi feel unexpectedly guilty. He never lied to her, but once this white lie was spoken, hearing her speak these words gave rise to an irrational sense of guilt deep within his heart.
He quickly embraced her, moving her into the quilted recess, his mouth uttering non-stop, "Does your chest still feel uncomfortable?"
Su Pan'er cocked her small head, thoughtfully nodding and shaking her head, "Not uncomfortable, just still very hot. I still need your help to fan me..."
Her soft, delicate voice and body, were a stark contrast from her vibrant demeanour during the day, exuding a tranquil softness.
He remembered during the times of marching and fighting, the military didn't have much to amuse themselves. Whenever there was spare time, the soldiers would sit down and chat aimlessly.
Men spoke most of women.
"Alright, I'll fan you."
Another sleepless night.
Compared to his weariness the very next day, Su Pan'er spent the night resting very well.