Morning Care

The early summer morning light, like diluted fragments of gold, pierced through the drawn curtains and gently traced a thin line on the bedroom floor.

Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes, waking up from a deep sleep.

He lay quietly on the bed, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the subtle changes inside his body.

That warm and resilient Frequency, originating from Aemeath, seemed to have completely seeped into his blood and bones after a night of settling.

Not only have the deep subcutaneous lacerations that left doctors helpless stopped hurting, but even the hideous scabs on the surface of the skin are now tingling with a subtle, itchy sensation.

The new flesh and blood are growing at a terrifying rate that defies medical logic.

Lu Yan even felt that his current strength was more abundant than before he was injured.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze passing over the soft edge of the bed to the figure sleeping on the floor next to the bed.

Aemeath curled up in bed, her brows furrowed and lips pursed, like a little pink kitten lacking a sense of security.

Her long, pink hair, which was always meticulously styled and smooth, was now scattered somewhat messily on the white pillow.

She was still clutching the corner of the blanket hanging from the edge of the bed with one hand.

Looking at that beautiful face that still showed signs of fatigue even in her sleep, Lu Yan felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.

Aemeath must be exhausted after these past two weeks.

Just then, a long-lost physiological throbbing, unique to adult men in the early morning, accompanied by a faint throbbing pain in his lower abdomen, interrupted Lu Yan's warm gaze.

He's going to the restroom.

His deep coma, which lasted for fifteen days, coupled with the saline and nutrient solutions he received after being discharged yesterday, has caused his bladder to protest strongly.

Moreover, as bodily functions recover rapidly under the nourishment of Frequency, the resulting morning physiological reactions are far more intense than usual.

In order not to wake the still-sleeping Aemeath, Lu Yan held his breath and gently lifted the thin blanket covering him.

He used his hand, which had some of the gauze removed, to support himself on the mattress, and carefully tried to sit up.

"Rustle, rustle..."

Although Lu Yan had tried his best to move quietly, the slight sound of the fabric rubbing against the sheets was still exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom in the early morning.

This extremely slight noise was like a thunderclap from a clear sky for Aemeath, who had been on edge for half a month and was in a state of extreme food guarding.

Almost at the exact same fraction of a second that the sound rang out, the pink figure on the floor trembled violently.

"A-Yan?!"

As if electrocuted, Aemeath sprang up from the covers in an instant.

She stood barefoot by the bed and gently grasped Lu Yan's arm with both hands.

Those golden, star-like eyes, which should have been hazy from just waking up, were now wide open in terror, filled with panic and helplessness.

"A-Yan, what's wrong! Did your wound reopen? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Aemeath's voice trembled violently, her gaze scanning Lu Yan's body frantically like radar, as if afraid to see even a trace of blood seeping out.

Seeing Aemeath's frightened state, Lu Yan felt as if a knife had been ripped from his heart.

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't feel any pain at all."

Lu Yan quickly grasped Aemeath's trembling little hands, awkwardly scratched his cheek, and gave her a reassuring, gentle smile, "I feel much better, really."

"I just... needed to use the restroom."

Upon hearing the words "go to the toilet, "Aemeath's extremely tense nerves finally relaxed.

She let out a long breath, her eyes already slightly red from the fright she had just experienced.

"Seriously... that scared me to death." Aemeath sniffed and muttered softly.

Immediately, she adopted a serious expression, placed her hands on Lu Yan's shoulders, and said firmly, "You need to go to the restroom, right? Come on, I'll help you."

"Forehead..."

Lu Yan looked at Aemeath with some embarrassment, her face clearly saying "I'm going to escort you the whole way," and his lips twitched slightly involuntarily.

He stretched his body slightly, trying to prove that he already possessed basic self-care abilities. "Um, Aemeath... you really don't need to, right?"

"I feel like I'm almost fully recovered. I can manage to get out of bed and walk a few steps on my own."

"No!"

Aemeath flatly rejected Lu Yan's proposal.

She leaned slightly closer to Lu Yan, her beautiful face almost touching his nose.

A faint floral fragrance, mixed with Aemeath's unique body scent, instantly enveloped Lu Yan.

Aemeath lowered her voice, her warm breath gently brushing against Lu Yan's ear:

"When Doctor Yu discharged you yesterday, she repeatedly warned you that your lacerations were very prone to reopening, and that you must stay in bed absolutely and avoid any strenuous exercise."

At this point, Aemeath paused, and a suspicious blush suddenly appeared on her delicate little face.

She slightly shifted her gaze, lowered her voice even further, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness and self-righteousness:

"Besides... what's wrong with me helping you? There's nothing to be shy about between us~"

These words were like a bombshell, exploding directly in Lu Yan's mind.

Lu Yan's face flushed red to his ears. He opened his mouth, completely unable to refute this overly bold statement.

Indeed, in the days since they fully established their relationship and started living together, they had already been completely honest with each other.

But back then it was an intimate interaction between lovers, but now... he's going to the toilet as a patient!

Before Lu Yan could struggle again, Aemeath, with an extremely professional demeanor, steadily slipped one arm under Lu Yan's armpit and supported his lower back with the other, half-carrying and half-lifting him off the bed.

"Slow down, land on your feet first, don't put weight on your injured leg..."

While reciting the doctor's orders, Aemeath carefully Lu Yan's human crutch.

With Aemeath like this, feeling the soft touch on his arm, Lu Yan could only sigh helplessly and let her help him into the spacious restroom.

Inside the restroom, morning light filters through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the clean tiles.

Aemeath deftly hooked the toilet seat open with her foot, then helped Lu Yan to stand in front of the toilet.

"Alright... I can handle the rest myself." Lu Yan raised his slightly mobile hand, preparing to untie the straps of his pajama bottoms.

However, Aemeath showed no intention of avoiding or leaving the restroom.

She remained standing firmly beside Lu Yan, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lu Yan.

"Your hand is still recovering, so you can't pull on anything. What if you aggravate the wound on your chest?"

Aemeath said this with a straight face, and then, to Lu Yan's incredulous gaze, she directly stretched out her delicate little hands and took over Lu Yan's work.

"Clatter."

The ties on his pajama bottoms were deftly untied, and the loose fabric slid down Lu Yan's long, strong legs.

Immediately afterwards, Aemeath's breath hitched slightly, and the blush on her cheeks instantly spread to her slender neck.

Despite having shared a bed countless times, the way Aemeath heart skip a beat.

Aemeath, suppressing her wildly beating heart, did not back down.

This ordeal, which felt like it had lasted for a century, has finally come to an end.

Aemeath gently helped him put his pajama bottoms back on and fastened the straps.

Instead of immediately taking the next step, she turned around and turned on the sink faucet next to her.

After carefully testing the water temperature, Aemeath turned around again, gently lifted Lu Yan's hand, and guided it into the warm water.

The gentle flow of water washed over Lu Yan's palms, while Aemeath's soft little hands intertwined and weaved between his fingers.

Her movements were incredibly gentle.

Lu Yan lowered his head slightly, just enough to see the faint glow of her hair whorl in the morning light, and the incredibly focused expression beneath her long eyelashes.

"Actually, you don't need to be so meticulous, a quick rinse will do..." Lu Yan's voice was a little dry. The extreme shame that had made his scalp tingle just now had completely faded away under this meticulous and gentle embrace.

"No~ You can't just do that." Aemeath didn't even look up.

She took a dry, soft cotton towel from the shelf next to her and gently dried Lu Yan's hands, leaving no gaps between his fingertips untouched.

Lu Yan looked at her quietly, his heart filled with a bittersweet, burning sensation.

"Okay... alright, let's wash up now." Aemeath took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the heat in her heart, and helped Lu Yan to the sink.

Lu Yan sat obediently on the high stool in front of the sink like a puppet.

His mind was still a little dazed, and he was completely immersed in the shame he had just felt.

Aemeath skillfully picked up the blue soft-bristled toothbrush and squeezed on a bit of refreshing mint-flavored toothpaste.

"Come on, A-Yan, open your mouth. Ah~"

Aemeath supported Lu Yan's chin with her left hand, and with her right hand, she gently inserted a toothbrush into his mouth, carefully cleaning each of his teeth.

White toothpaste foam gradually accumulated at the corners of Lu Yan's lips, and the cool, minty scent permeated the air between the two of them, who were extremely close.

Lu Yan looked at the image reflected in the mirror.

Aemeath's expression in the mirror was focused, her eyes full of tenderness.

But being pampered and served so comfortably by her, I felt like a useless person no matter how I looked at it.

Lu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he roared wildly in his heart:

Good heavens... this is so shameful!

Aemeath's hand just now...

Although I know she's become so protective of me because she's terrified of losing me, this kind of treatment is really a bit overwhelming!

Just as Lu Yan was frantically trying to mentally prepare himself because of his shame, Aemeath, who was brushing his teeth, seemed somewhat absent-minded.

The toothbrush was brushing rhythmically in Lu Yan's mouth, but Aemeath's gaze was somewhat fixed, a very complex light flickering deep within her eyes.

The scene in front of the toilet kept replaying in my mind uncontrollably.

A-Yan's body... recovered so quickly.

My Frequency not only healed his wounds, but it also seemed to enhance his overall physical condition.

Aemeath looked at Lu Yan's neck, slightly flushed from the embarrassment he had just experienced, swallowed hard, and a thought was growing wildly deep within her:

If you count the time... it seems like it's been a full two weeks since the accident.

No wonder he reacted so strongly just now...

As A-Yan's lover, she knew his needs all too well.

Although the doctor repeatedly warned that there should be no strenuous exercise, the scabs on A-Yan's body could not withstand excessive external pulling and friction.

But...

Aemeath's eyes narrowed slightly.

If we could use other methods that wouldn't aggravate the wound to alleviate his pain, that should be fine, right?

After all, keeping it bottled up all the time wouldn't be good for A-Yan's recovery.

As his future wife, how could I let him endure such suffering?

"Hmm... Ai Mi... Si?"

Lu Yan, his mouth full of foam, mumbled a questioning sound.

He noticed that Aemeath's toothbrush had been mechanically rubbing back and forth on one of his molars for almost a minute.

If he keeps brushing, his gums will probably bleed.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! A-Yan, I didn't mean to!"

Startled by Lu Yan's voice, Aemeath hurriedly put away her toothbrush.

Aemeath quickly picked up the water glass and held it to Lu Yan's lips so he could rinse his mouth.

"Gurgle..."

Watching Lu Yan spit out the foam in his mouth, and then using a towel to wipe the water from the corners of his lips, Aemeath suddenly leaned forward and gently bit Lu Yan's earlobe.

"A-Yan ~"

Her voice was so soft and sweet it seemed to stretch into silk, carrying a hint of secret heat.

Lu Yan froze, the blush that hadn't completely faded returning to his cheeks. "Wh... what's wrong?"

Looking at his innocent yet awkward appearance, Aemeath felt an overwhelming surge of love for him.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Lu Yan's neck, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat, a sweet, breathtaking smile curving her lips.

"It's nothing... I'm just so happy that A-Yan has recovered so well."

"During your recovery period, I will definitely take good care of you in every way, without any blind spots."

After washing up, the awkward atmosphere that had made me blush gradually dissipated in the slightly cool morning breeze.