Five minutes later, Fu Chen'an returned carrying two buckets of hot water. He poured the water into the wooden bathtub and said, "Wife, you take a bath first. I will go wash the dishes."
"Okay."
To remove the soreness in her muscles, Yao Zhi added a drop of spiritual spring water to the bath. After using the spiritual spring water to wash her hair, it was no longer yellowish or dry.
Now, her long hair was jet black and smooth as silk. Even her skin was improving and no longer as dry as tree bark. Although her face was not the stunning type, her figure would undoubtedly be considered one of the best in men's eyes.
Since she was not alone, she placed a screen to create a small bathing area. While she was soaking, Fu Chen'an had already returned. Sitting on the bed, he could hear the sound of water clearly.
Holding the book, he tried to concentrate, but after staring at the page for a long time, not a single word entered his mind. His thoughts were full of his wife.
