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Hearing the sounds drawing near from outside the door, Xie Jingchen took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his body, set his little wife down beside the bed, and covered her with the quilt, gently touching her flushed cheeks:
"Be a good girl, I’ll go get the thermos for you."
Xie Jingchen knew that his little wife had taken the thermos to the bathroom earlier, so after making sure his wife was comfortable, he turned around and headed to the bathroom.
As soon as he opened the bathroom door, the rich scent of milk filled the room, and his eyes immediately fell on the bra hanging on the wall.
Inside the tenderly pink bra was a faint yellow trace, and Xie Jingchen’s breath sank. He picked up the thermos and quickly walked to the room door.
At this time, it was past ten at night, and the hotel corridor was deserted.
Whether it was Chen Xiufang and her husband or Chen Dongzhe, exhausted from the clash in the afternoon, had all bathed and gone to sleep early.
As women, Chen Xiufang and Yan Jinsu still received care and were allowed to rest in their rooms as soon as the hotel was booked.
Meanwhile, the two men, like Li Jianfeng, had been running around the county town for two days, spending the first day gathering information on the auction and examining herb sources in various medicinal shops. Even a strong man was weary and asleep by now.
This was also why the faint noises coming from Yan Jinxian’s room did not wake the other three.
Xie Jingchen, carrying the only two thermoses in the room, had just stepped outside when he heard the service knocking, about to knock on the door.
The knock had barely sounded when Xie Jingchen opened the door just in time.
"Comrade, what service do you need?" The visitor was a middle-aged auntie, pushing an old steel cart with five or six thermoses on it, along with a broom, mop, bucket, and other sundry items either placed or hung about the cart.
"Please help me exchange these two thermoses."
Although the hotel was equipped with a bathroom, it lacked a hot water heater, so if guests wanted to bathe in the bathroom, they needed to use thermoses.
"Alright." The middle-aged auntie, perhaps intimidated by Xie Jingchen’s robust build, took only a brief glance before quickly swapping the two thermoses with him, and saw that Xie Jingchen immediately closed the door.
She didn’t pry further and directly went on to the next room with her cart.
Although Xie Jingchen wasn’t disguised, he still turned off half of the lights in the room when he opened the door, leaving only a dim light above the headboard inside.
The corridor light bulbs were dim due to long use and offered little visibility.
The middle-aged woman, who had been working in the hotel for some time, was very aware that ordinary guests disliked being stared at constantly. Besides noting Xie Jingchen’s imposing figure, she had not even taken a good look at his face.
As Xie Jingchen turned back, he didn’t turn the lights on. His little wife’s flushed little face, he saw clearly, understanding that his unintended avoidance earlier had indeed introduced a sense of estrangement into their intimate relationship, and while aching inside, he could only make it up to his beloved wife to help her relax.
After cleaning the basin in the bathroom, and scalding the towel with hot water, Xie Jingchen then briskly carried the measured out basin, water, and towel back to the bedside.
Yan Jinsu had been observing her husband’s movements with barely open eyes, unwilling to close them.
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