Jiang Feng truly didn't know what kind of formidable willpower and self-control allowed him to stay composed after treating Mu Yanluo's hip.

The entire process was certainly an ordeal among ordeals.

After his series of maneuvers, the prone Mu Yanluo was already panting softly, drenched in fragrant sweat, her whole body weak, with an orchid-like scent filling the air.

However, it must be said that after this massage, her hip did indeed hurt less, and there was an indescribable comfort, endlessly delightful.

"Alright, go wash up."

"Mmm..."

Mu Yanluo bashfully crawled off the bed, her cheeks still flushed, but her gaze towards Jiang Feng held some seductive allure.

"I... I'll change clothes first..." she said shyly.

"Okay."

Understanding, Jiang Feng temporarily walked to the door, waiting for Mu Yanluo to change clothes quietly.

This process calmed them down for a few seconds.

"Jiang Feng, take off your pants too, I'll wash them for you; they'll be dry by tomorrow morning." Mu Yanluo said, holding Jiang Feng's shirt.

"No need, I'll manage for now. I have nothing important tomorrow, just going back." Jiang Feng waved his hand.

"Better wash them, you've worn them for two days, they're dirty and you've sweated in them..."

Mu Yanluo didn't wait for his response, slipped off the bed barefoot, and walked directly to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng knew she meant well, but he still felt it wasn't necessary. Just as he was about to refuse again, Mu Yanluo knelt at his lower body, reached out her hand to help him take off his pants.

At that moment, Ruan Xiuning gently opened the door: "Xiao Feng, Xiao Luo, are you asleep? We're just not at ease and wanted to..."

However, what she saw made her instantly stunned!

Her daughter was kneeling in front of Jiang Feng, about to take off his pants, could it be...?

"Ah, well, I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything, you continue, I'll leave, not disturbing you..."

Saying this, she blushed deeply and hurriedly stepped out.

Jiang Feng and Mu Yanluo were left speechless, with the situation feeling impossible to explain away.

"It's all your fault!" Mu Yanluo glared at Jiang Feng, her cheeks crimson.

"I told you not to wash them." Jiang Feng frowned.

"Your pants have a strange smell, it's uncomfortable to wear without washing!" Mu Yanluo huffed.

Jiang Feng felt awkward now; was it that exaggerated?

Helpless, he let Mu Yanluo take off his pants.

Then, Mu Yanluo carried his sweat-stained clothes out, her face flushed as she did so.

To her, being able to do this for Jiang Feng was indeed a source of happiness and satisfaction.

...

Jiang Feng sat alone on the bed, and before long, Mu Yanluo returned.

She had already washed and hung up Jiang Feng's clothes and taken a shower.

In her hands was a large wooden basin filled with clean water and towels, as she entered the room.

"Jiang Feng, as you can see, the conditions at home aren't great; for bathing I can only go to the woodshed... you should clean yourself up temporarily."

"Alright."

Since he was almost naked standing before Mu Yanluo, Jiang Feng didn't hold back. He let her place the basin down, dampened a towel himself, and started cleaning his body.

Mu Yanluo stood shyly watching from the side.

This was her first time seeing a man bathe in front of her, and truly her first proper occasion to look at Jiang Feng's body.

She had to admit that Jiang Feng's physique was excellent; although he didn't appear robust or muscular, every muscle was perfectly shaped and powerfully explosive, outshining any male model!

Before she knew it, Mu Yanluo found herself somewhat entranced...

Soon, Jiang Feng finished wiping himself and placed the towel back in the basin.

"Ah..."

Mu Yanluo snapped out of her daze, her cheeks blushing again.

For a moment there, she had thought about helping Jiang Feng wipe himself, but didn't dare say it.

Now left only with regret, she knew she'd missed the chance, and it would be harder to serve Jiang Feng in the future!

With a sense of self-reproach, Mu Yanluo took the wooden basin outside and emptied it before returning to change the bedsheets.

"Jiang Feng, you shouldn't sleep on the chair tonight, come and sleep in bed, otherwise you'll be too exhausted..."

Mu Yanluo really didn't know what courage propelled her to say such a thing, her face too red to meet anyone's gaze.

"No need, I'll sit for the night, you sleep." Jiang Feng declined.

"If you don't sleep, I won't sleep!"

Mu Yanluo suddenly insisted, "Sleeping in the same bed doesn't mean anything has to happen, are you... so afraid of me? I'm not going to eat you!"

"That's not what I meant, but—"

"If you insist, then you sleep on the bed, and I'll sit in the chair all night!"

Mu Yanluo said angrily and sat down on the chair, visibly aggrieved.

Seeing her upset, Jiang Feng thought for a moment and relented, "Alright, let's go to bed, no more fussing."

"So you know it's just fussing?"

Mu Yanluo glared at Jiang Feng upon hearing this, "It's really unnecessary, you're overthinking!"

With that, Mu Yanluo contentedly got into bed, and Jiang Feng resigned himself to turn off the lights and lay down on the other side.

The bed was really small, even though both deliberately didn't touch, their shoulders and feet were still nearly touching, quiet enough to hear each other's breathing.

This feeling was especially awkward for Jiang Feng, with a slight sense of guilt.

"Jiang Feng, I want to ask you something." Mu Yanluo suddenly broke the silence, turning to face Jiang Feng directly.

"What?" Jiang Feng asked, pretending to be calm.

"Do you think I'm... beautiful?" Mu Yanluo asked, her pretty face scarlet with intensity.

"Beautiful." Jiang Feng answered honestly, without deceit.

Mu Yanluo was indeed strikingly beautiful and possessed a unique charm, distinct from Nangong Qingcheng and Chu Feifei's different styles.

"Then, do you have even a sliver of affection for me?" Mu Yanluo asked, her face flushed anew.

"Sleep." Jiang Feng didn't want to answer, closed his eyes, and ignored the question.

"No sleeping, answer me!"

Mu Yanluo found boldness, extending her fair, jade-like hand to gently touch Jiang Feng's chest, questioning.

Jiang Feng felt as if lying on pins, her cool, soft hand akin to silky tofu softly pressed on his chest, stirring him, making his blood burn.

"What do you really want?"