"Ye Ningwan, either come in, or be sent away." Zhan Hanjue urged again from the bathroom.
Ye Ningwan gritted her teeth and pushed the door open.
However, at the moment she entered, she still closed her eyes to avoid seeing something that might cause her distress.
Suddenly, hot water sprayed at her, causing Ye Ningwan to scream and unwillingly open her eyes.
Fortunately, she didn’t see anything distressing. He was already wrapped in a towel around his waist, exposing his solid eight-pack abs, covering the vital areas.
However, he held a showerhead in his hand, and the showerhead continued to spray water directly at her.
Ye Ningwan hurriedly dodged and quickly asked, "What’s wrong? What’s wrong with the showerhead?"
"The showerhead is broken, come over and help me turn off the switch. I can’t see, can’t find the position." Zhan Hanjue held the showerhead, his expression somewhat grim.
Perhaps it was the first time encountering such a situation, Zhan Hanjue seemed to be in a very bad mood.
Ye Ningwan quickly wiped the water off her face, took a detour, and helped him turn off the switch on the showerhead.
Once the switch was off, the showerhead stopped spraying water.
Zhan Hanjue let out a breath of relief and reached out to support himself on the nearby wall.
But Ye Ningwan happened to be standing beside it, and his hand pressed down on her face. As he grabbed, the corner of the prosthetic skin on her face lifted.
"Don’t block me." Zhan Hanjue’s tone was icy.
Ye Ningwan stepped aside, still unaware of the change on her face, following him out of the bathroom.
Zhan Hanjue calmly went to the wardrobe to retrieve his pajamas, speaking to Ye Ningwan behind him without turning his head, "What, you want to watch me change?"
"Of course not." Ye Ningwan immediately turned her back.
"Since that’s the case," Zhan Hanjue ordered, "hurry to the bathroom to shower, and come warm my bed later."
He actually wants her to warm his bed?
Does he think he’s an emperor?
Unfortunately, the Qing dynasty has ended long ago.
She wasn’t in the mood to argue with such a capricious person, decided to shower first. Later, if he dared to do anything to her, he shouldn’t blame her for being rude.
With this thought, Ye Ningwan calmly walked into the bathroom, only to discover in the mirror that the prosthetic skin on her face had lifted.
She quickly pressed it with her hand, furrowing her brows in thought, wondering when it started to lift.
Yes, just now Zhan Hanjue grabbed her face, at the time she didn’t care, could it be at that moment?
If it were, then the showerhead malfunction may have been fake, he deliberately took the opportunity to test her.
The more she thought, the more suspicious it felt, Ye Ningwan decisively peeled off the prosthetic skin from her face.
She planned to see whether he was truly blind or pretending.
After showering, Ye Ningwan walked out.
At this moment, her cheeks were equally smooth and fair, her brows naturally elegant, her lips unpainted but rosy, with a misty glow from the recent bath, as captivating as a water lily.
She walked directly to Zhan Hanjue, staring intently into his eyes, trying to discern any change in his gaze.
Sadly, Zhan Hanjue’s eyes were deep and unfathomable, showing no change.
"I used to study medicine in the countryside, let me take your pulse, maybe there’s a way to cure your blindness." Ye Ningwan spoke, gesturing to feel his pulse.
Yet, Zhan Hanjue swiftly dodged, speaking in a low voice, "If you know medicine, think of a way to fix your face first, to avoid shaming our Zhan Family."
"Isn’t my face good?" Ye Ningwan intentionally asked.
Zhan Hanjue reached out to touch her face, Ye Ningwan immediately dodged.
"If it’s good, why won’t you let me touch it." Zhan Hanjue retorted deeply.
Ye Ningwan bit her lip, discreetly taking out a silver needle. Suddenly leaning closer to Zhan Hanjue, seemingly about to kiss him.
Zhan Hanjue felt the warmth approaching, frowned slightly, instinctively leaning back, scolding lowly, "Why are you leaning in?"
"In a bridal chamber, of course fulfilling my duty as Madam Zhan." Ye Ningwan’s voice was seductive.
Zhan Hanjue coldly said, "No need, step back."
"That’s not acceptable, Old Mrs. Zhan would definitely be angry if she found out."
Ye Ningwan pressed forward, reaching out to touch his face.
However, seizing the moment of his bewilderment, she swiftly jabbed a needle into his Fengchi acupuncture point, watching him close his eyes and collapse onto the bed with a slight smirk.
"Since you won’t let me check your pulse, I’ll deliberately check. I want to see if your blindness is real."
Ye Ningwan snorted coldly, placing her hand on his pulse.