"Mmm~..."
Slurp, slurp...
Barely audible sounds echoed through the room.
Dongfang Liren stood at the door with her arms folded, leaning sideways against it and listening closely, trying to make out what was happening inside. After she had waited for who knew how long, something changed in the room.
First, Ye Jingtang's breathing grew heavier, then Miss Fan made a few sounds of "Eh? Mmph...", followed by a brief silence.
Dongfang Liren blinked, somewhat puzzled. She was about to push the door open and look when rustling came from inside, followed by hurried footsteps drawing closer.
Thud, thud, thud...
Dongfang Liren hurriedly straightened. She had just assumed an air of nonchalance when the door opened before her.
Creak~
Fan Qinghe's face was flushed, and her clothing was slightly disheveled. She pulled the door open, saw Dongfang Liren standing outside, and hurriedly shielded her face with her sleeve, ducking her head as she ran past.
"Miss Fan?"
"I'm fine, I... I..."
Before she could finish, Fan Qinghe ran downstairs. Then the sound of drawing water came from the well in the inn's rear courtyard.
"..."
Although Dongfang Liren had never taken the initiative to help push Watermelon, the lecher inside had once held her Fat-Headed Dragon and tried it himself while she was lying down.
She guessed that Fan Qinghe had accidentally gotten her chest dirty too. Without pointing it out, she quietly entered the room.
Although the ordeal had left Fan Qinghe wishing she could crawl into a hole, she had remained conscientious as a physician. The bed was neatly arranged, and she had covered Ye Jingtang with a thin quilt.
Ye Jingtang's complexion still had not returned to normal, but he looked considerably better than when his blood had been surging earlier. His eyes were closed as he slept