Or was he doing it on purpose?
Su Wei watched that figure as it retreated.
Her long, golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, gleaming warmly in the firelight.
She was wearing a large flannel shirt that Su Wei had specially found for her to wear over her clothes so she wouldn't get them dirty.
At this moment, the oversized men's shirt draped over her slender body only accentuated her petite stature.
The ankle, which wasn't fully healed yet, was now slightly raised and resting on a soft cushion.
Hearing the door close, Emily turned her head.
Those deep blue eyes shone brightly, reflecting the firelight from the fireplace.
The lively atmosphere from the meal had vanished, and the mood suddenly became somewhat awkward.
Su Wei walked to the sofa, but instead of sitting next to her, he sat on the wooden stool opposite her.
Black is gone.
Su Wei made conversation, even when he had nothing to say.
"Yes, I saw it."
Emily held the cup, her fingers gently stroking the inside.
"That gentleman... had a very commanding presence. I didn't dare breathe when he was speaking."
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, breaking the awkward silence.
" Su Wei."
Emily suddenly called his name.
"Um?"
"It's so late, and the snow outside seems to be getting heavier."
She pointed to the window.
The glass there was rattling and vibrating from the strong wind.
I don't know when, but it started snowing lightly outside.
But this kind of weather is common in Alaska.
Even if it's just a snowmobile, Su Wei can take her back.
Not to mention that there's still that snow-themed Raptor that's been upgraded.
Su Wei understood what she meant, of course.
In fact, he knew this would happen the moment Aruk left without taking her with him.
He looked at Emily.
Under the light, the girl's face was slightly flushed, whether from the spiciness, the alcohol, or the current situation, it was hard to tell.
Her eyes were clear, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation and nervousness.
Su Wei smiled.
He stood up, walked to the fireplace, and added a thick, dry piece of wood.
Flames suddenly shot up, casting long, overlapping shadows of the two men.
"The bed sheets in the guest room were just changed and are very clean."
Su Wei's voice was gentle, without any teasing, only a reassuring calmness.
"Besides, there's still quite a bit of hot pot broth left. It should taste pretty good if we use it to cook noodles tomorrow morning."
Emily's eyes instantly curved into crescent moons.
She buried her face in the water glass, the steam making her eyelashes tremble slightly.
"Since it's all for that bowl of noodles..."
She muttered softly, her voice so low it was as if she wanted to hide herself in the carpet.
"Then I'll reluctantly stay."
"But..."
She looked up, a sly glint in her eyes.
"I don't have pajamas."
Su Wei paused for a moment, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.
"I have a new T-shirt, it's a bit big, but it should fit you."
Just as he turned around, Emily looked at his broad back and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
The wind and snow outside the window continued to howl.
But inside this little wooden cabin, filled with the warmth and comfort of everyday life, it feels exceptionally cozy and safe.
Chapter 115 A Feeling of Living Together? Carrying Her Upstairs (A Long Chapter of 5600 Words!)
Su Wei rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, and turned to walk towards the kitchen. "Let's clean up these first."
Emily stopped sitting there in a daze.
She hopped onto the table on one foot and reached for the few remaining plates still covered in butter. "I'll help."
"Leave it alone."
Su Wei took the plate from her hand, and their fingers accidentally touched.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet had a warm, smooth feel.
Su Wei's fingers, from frequent work and handling of guns, had developed a thin layer of calluses, which were warm and rough.
The contrast in texture made Emily instinctively pull her hand back.
"You're injured, and you're a guest. Go add some firewood; you don't need to do that kind of physical work." Su Wei subconsciously turned his head away.
Emily didn't argue; with a smile on her lips, she obediently retreated to the fireplace.
She picked up the heavy fire tongs and, with some effort, picked up a piece of spruce wood and stuffed it into the furnace.
Flames instantly surged up, licking the bark and whistling through the air.
In the kitchen, hot water was flowing freely, washing away the grease stains on the porcelain plates.
The lemon scent of dish soap mingled with the lingering aroma of hot pot and butter in the air, creating a unique atmosphere of everyday life.
Su Wei skillfully wiped the plates, and at the edge of her field of vision, the pale blue system panel lit up with a faint light.
[Daily chores completed: washing dishes]
[ Life Module Experience +12]
[Current Focus Boost: Slightly increases housework proficiency]
Simple chores can also provide experience points. Although they may not be many, they add up, and that's part of the joy of life.
Ten minutes later, the last plate was dried and put into the cupboard.
Su Wei dried his hands, picked up a kettle and a first-aid kit containing medicated oil, and went to the living room.
"Come sit on the sofa." He pointed to the sofa facing the fireplace, which was covered with a thick wool blanket and was the warmest and brightest spot in the room.
Emily put down her " Illustrated Guide to Alaska Brown Bears " and obediently moved over.
Su Wei pulled over the solid wood stool that Black had just been sitting on, placed it in front of her, and then knelt on one knee on the carpet.
This posture positioned him so that his line of sight was level with Emily's calves, conveying a focused intensity that made her uneasy.
"Roll up your trouser legs."
Su Wei opened the first-aid kit and took out a jar of dark red blood-activating and stasis-removing ointment.
This was specially prescribed by Dr. Hansen.
It is said that it contains a secret recipe for treating injuries passed down from Chinatown. Although it has a pungent smell, it is very effective for old injuries.
Emily bit her lip, her cheeks flushed slightly in the firelight.
She bent down, her slender fingers hooking the edge of her jeans, and slowly rolled them up.
As the fabric was piled up, the injured left ankle was fully exposed.
The cast had long been removed, but faint bluish-purple bruises remained on the skin, standing out starkly against the otherwise fair complexion.
Because it was wrapped in a cast for a long time and not moved much, the muscles in my left calf have atrophied slightly, making it appear thinner than my right foot and somewhat frail.
Su Wei unscrewed the cap of the ointment.
A strong, pungent herbal aroma instantly filled the living room, permeating the nostrils.
He didn't seem to mind, scooped out a large chunk of dark brown ointment, and rubbed it vigorously in his palm.
Two large palms rubbed together quickly, making a soft rustling sound.
The ointment must be thoroughly warmed by rubbing it in to activate its medicinal properties, using the warmth of the palms to dissolve the medicinal effects.