Zhang Yuan patted Ming Yuelin's head and moved his hand as he gave a squeeze to her ass cheek, making her let out a surprised gasp.
"M-Master..."
The blush on her face deepened as a shy smile spread across her lips.
Zhang Yuan walked to Long Yue and gently crouched beside her on the bed, his fingers brushing a few stray locks of hair from her face. "You'll be alright," he murmured softly.
Long Yue glanced at the handsome man through her tear-filled blurry vision and nodded her head "Y-Yeah..."
Zhang Yuan smiled and went to the bathtub as he sat on the floor.
*fwish* One by one, the herbs and vials of medicinal liquids levitated from their carefully arranged places and drifted into the bath.
The medicinal herbs were mixed into the water with practiced precision, their potent properties transforming the bathwater into a rich, healing concoction.
The air filled with the scent of herbs, a calming yet powerful aroma.