The second she came out of the water, Bai Hanyun gasped desperately for air while coughing violently.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Before she could open her eyes, a surprised voice rang out. "Fa–Fairy Bai?!"
Hearing this, Bai Hanyun opened her eyes. The moment her sight landed on the naked man standing in front of her, she froze.
After a long silence, Bai Hanyun coughed again. This time, mixed with shock and disbelief. "Cough..."
The moment her coughing broke the quiet, Feng Xiyan felt something and suddenly looked down.
Seeing his handsome face turn red in an instant, Bai Hanyun instinctively followed his gaze downward. The moment she saw what she was holding, her own face flushed so red that it was almost dripping blood.
Coming back to her senses, Bai Hanyun quickly let go of the scorching-hot "pipe" in her hand and spun around while stammering, "I, I’m sorry!"
Just as she was about to cover her face, Bai Hanyun recalled what she had just grabbed and froze in place. She dared not face Feng Xiyan and scrambled out of the bathtub in a panic.
"P–please continue!" she blurted as she stumbled away.
After she left, Feng Xiyan submerged his hot body into the cold water. Covering his face, he let out a shaky sigh and muttered in embarrassment and confusion, "...what just happened?"
Before he could calm down, Feng Xiyan felt the familiar heat rushing from his nose and quickly pinched it as he got out of the bathtub.
While Feng Xiyan battled his nosebleed, Bai Hanyun wasn’t in a better state.
Pacing back and forth inside the tent, she grabbed her wet hair and screamed internally: ’Oh, my God! Why did I grab that of all things?!’
Staring at her hands, she swallowed nervously and thought, ’He won’t chop off my hands because of this, right?’
While Bai Hanyun worried over the fate of her hands, Feng Xiyan had already stopped the nosebleed and changed into clean clothes.
Walking out from behind the folding screen, he saw Bai Hanyun staring at her own hands with fear written all over her face.
Recalling what had just happened, Feng Xiyan’s face turned red again. Trying to calm his mind, he quickly recited the Heart Sutra twice.
When he finally steadied himself, Feng Xiyan took a deep breath and softly called, "Fairy Bai?"
At once, Bai Hanyun’s body froze. After swallowing hard, she slowly turned around.
The moment her eyes met Feng Xiyan’s, Bai Hanyun awkwardly raised her hand and waved. "H–hello, Feng Xiyan."
When she didn’t get a response, she waved a few more times and asked, "Feng Xiyan, are you alright?"
Snapping out of his daze, Feng Xiyan cleared his throat with a light cough. Clasping his fists, he bowed slightly and greeted her, "Xiyan greets Fairy Bai. Thank you for your concern, Fairy Bai. Xiyan is fine."
For Bai Hanyun, seeing him bow in person felt entirely different from watching him bow through the antique mirror.
Still guilty about what had just happened, she awkwardly said, "Please, you don’t need to bow to me."
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan straightened his back. Just as he was about to ask why she had suddenly descended from Heaven, he noticed her wet clothes. Worried she might catch a cold, he strode back into the inner side of the tent.
Watching him leave, Bai Hanyun scratched her head and grimaced in guilt. ’It’s over. He must be very angry now.’
While she imagined how Feng Xiyan might torture and kill her, Feng Xiyan returned holding a set of clean clothes.
Standing before her, he said, "Fairy Bai, Xiyan has no women’s clothing with me right now, so I can only wrong you by offering mine."
He then presented the clothes to her. When Bai Hanyun didn’t take them, Feng Xiyan quickly added, "Please don’t worry, Fairy Bai. They are clean."
Just as he was searching for more words to convince her, Bai Hanyun reached out, took the clothes, and grimaced guiltily. "I thought you were angry at me."
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan looked at her in surprise and confusion. "Why would Xiyan be angry with you? Fairy Bai, even if the whole world is angry at you, Xiyan will not get angry."
Sensing his sincerity, Bai Hanyun bowed slightly and said earnestly, "Feng Xiyan, I’m sorry if I hurt you just now. I didn’t know I would fall into your bathtub. I truly apologize!"
Stunned by her words, Feng Xiyan blushed hard. A moment later, he snapped out of his wild imagination and quickly helped her up.
"Fairy Bai, there is no need to apologize. Xiyan knows you wouldn’t do it on purpose."
After he spoke, Bai Hanyun looked up, her eyes shining as she asked, "You are really not angry?"
"Mhm. Xiyan is not angry." He then added softly, "Just... embarrassed."
Recalling the incident just now, Bai Hanyun blushed and quickly said, "I—I will go change my clothes first." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI(F)ire.net
With that, she ran toward the inner side of the tent.
Watching her flee in embarrassment, Feng Xiyan chuckled softly.
While Bai Hanyun fumbled with his oversized clothes, Feng Xiyan turned toward the entrance and called, "Someone, come."
Soon, a soldier entered. Noticing the water stains on the floor, he raised his brows slightly but said nothing. Clasping his fists, the soldier bowed and asked, "Great General, what are your orders?"
"Go and inform the kitchen to prepare some hot soup and a few dishes for me. Also, invite the generals here." Feng Xiyan ordered calmly.
"Yes, Great General."
After the soldier left, Feng Xiyan sat behind the long table and quietly brewed a pot of tea.
By the time the fragrance of tea filled the air, Bai Hanyun had already admitted defeat. She had tried several times but still couldn’t figure out how to wear Feng Xiyan’s clothes properly.
In the end, Bai Hanyun simply pulled the fabric together and tied it loosely at the waist. Once she made sure it wouldn’t fall apart, she stepped out from behind the folding screen.