Shen Fangli shifted her legs slightly, feeling a little awkward.
If she remembered correctly, Yan Xianjue had brought her here because guards had always been stationed around his villa.
Shen Fangli lowered her head further.
Yan Xianjue thought she was uncomfortable being held like that, so he adjusted his hold and carried her in a bridal style.
Shen Fangli felt the world spin, and before she knew it, her arms had wrapped around Yan Xianjue's neck.
Before she could react further, she heard Yan Xianjue ask, "Are you cold? Do you want to take a bath first?"
Shen Fangli had thought she was fine, but at his words, she could not help shivering. She obediently nodded. "Okay."
Inside the villa, the butler froze when he saw Yan Xianjue carrying someone in, then quickly waved his hand and led the servants who were still cleaning away.
Yan Xianjue, who had been about to ask someone to run hot water: "..."
"Pfft." Shen Fangli had still been a little embarrassed, but the fleeting bewilderment on Yan Xianjue's face instantly amused her.
Yan Xianjue freed one hand and rubbed her head irritably.
Afraid of falling while being held in one arm, Shen Fangli tightened her hold around him and muttered indignantly, "You scheming little Yan."
Yan Xianjue raised his brows smugly, with no intention of defending himself whatsoever.
Since everyone had already left, he could not be bothered calling them back.
It was just running a hot bath. It was not like he did not know how.
Shen Fangli was in a bad mood today, and he did not want too many outsiders in their little home.
After setting Shen Fangli down on the sofa in the guest bedroom, Yan Xianjue thoughtfully asked, "What essential oil do you want to use today?"
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