They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 78: This is how to feed them for best results

Sima Lingchuan shook his head. Just then, Han Yuxiu returned from the other side carrying a stack of books. Seeing that both of them had blushed, and that there was a bloodstain on the corner of Sima Lingchuan's mouth, he realized something and blushed as well.

"You! You! What kind of behavior is this in broad daylight!" After saying this, he quickly carried the book into the inn, returned to his room, put the book on the table, and sat down on a stool to calm down.

He moved so fast that Sima Lingchuan was still helping Wu Ziyan into the inn when they entered. He knew that Han Yuxiu must be jealous.

He glanced at Wu Ziyan, knowing that just a moment would have been enough. Although he was somewhat reluctant, he went in, helped Wu Ziyan to her room, and then called for Han Yuxiu.

There was a knock on the door. Han Yuxiu was looking through the books his mother had left behind. These were all treasures, but he hadn't brought them back to the capital.

Hearing the knock, he asked impatiently, "Who is it?"

"Brother Yu Xiu, could you please cook a bowl of hangover soup for Zi Yan?" He said this with a frown on his face, clearly unwilling, but he was the husband, how could he not even have this much magnanimity?

"Drinking in broad daylight, why don't you let her get drunk and die outside?" He was clearly still sulking when he said this.

"Then I'll go cook it, but I don't know how to make it more effective." Sima Lingchuan was quite good at understanding people's hearts, knowing that if he said this, Han Yuxiu would definitely open the door.

Sure enough, the door creaked open, and Han Yuxiu looked at him: "I'll go! You wouldn't understand."

"Then thank you for your hard work, Brother Yu Xiu." He smiled gently.

Han Yuxiu went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed some medicinal herbs. While boiling water, he complained, "Why am I making her a hangover soup? Who is she to me?"

But his hands didn't stop moving. When it came out of the pot, it smelled a bit bitter, so he secretly scooped a spoonful of honey into it for her.

When he carried the tray out, he found Sima Lingchuan sitting in the hall, looking at something with a frown. He didn't ask any questions.

He went up to the second floor, but couldn't knock on the door, so he kicked it with his toe. It turned out the door wasn't closed properly, and it opened with a light touch of his toe.

Upon entering, they found Wu Ziyan lying sprawled on the bed. Sima Lingchuan had already changed her into clean clothes, and she was now only wearing her undergarments.

He was a little embarrassed. He put the hangover soup on the table, turned around and locked the door. When he came back, he found that Wu Ziyan's body was almost falling off the bed, and her feet were already on the ground.

The next second, Wu Ziyan was about to fall completely to the ground. Without thinking, Han Yuxiu quickly stepped forward to block her. Wu Ziyan's hand grabbed Han Yuxiu's collar.

Han Yuxiu stumbled and lost his balance, bracing himself on the bed with both hands. His hair brushed against Wu Ziyan's face, and she frowned and brushed it away with her hand.

The current position is that Wu Ziyan is lying on the bed, and Han Yuxiu is supporting himself on her with his hands. She feels that her mouth is very dry, so she licks her lips. Han Yuxiu's heart is pounding.

The peacefully sleeping Wu Ziyan was the same one Han Yuxiao had seen during the last disaster relief effort. Her face seemed to be only the size of a palm in his eyes. He thought he liked strong and brave women, but every time he saw Wu Ziyan, his heart would flutter. What was wrong with her?

He recalled the red mark on Sima Lingchuan's lips when he brought her back, and felt somewhat resentful.

With eyes closed and a determined heart, he slowly moved his head closer to Wu Ziyan. Wu Ziyan's eyelashes trembled, and she squinted, unable to see who was in front of her, only a face slowly approaching. She was so thirsty.

He parted his lips slightly, as if trying to utter the word "thirsty," when he felt an indescribable medicinal fragrance enter her mouth. His kiss was somewhat clumsy, lacking in skill.

Wu Ziyan's tongue flicked slightly, as if she was teaching him. Han Yuxiu was quite responsive. Under Wu Ziyan's guidance, he slowly moved forward, but it was really difficult for him to support his own weight with both hands. He slowly let go of Wu Ziyan.

Wu Ziyan was still somewhat unsatisfied, so Han Yuxiu quickly sat up and even moved away a little.

"I'm so thirsty, I want more," Wu Ziyan murmured, it was hard to tell whether she was awake or asleep.

Han Yuxiu touched his lips with his fingers, unable to believe that he had been the one to take the initiative. Seeing that Wu Ziyan on the bed seemed to have her eyes closed, he put the hangover soup in his mouth and kissed her again.

This time, the medicinal smell was even stronger, filling the entire mouth. Wu Ziyan's throat moved up and down as he sucked continuously. This slightly sweet and slightly bitter taste quickly disappeared.

She said in a soft, coquettish voice, "I want more." At this moment, Han Yuxiu even wondered if she was awake, but his eyes remained fixed and droopy.

Just two or three times, a bowl of hangover soup was gone from Wu Ziyan's stomach. Han Yuxiu's lips were now crystal clear and red, and his eyes were slightly squinted. He couldn't explain the feeling, and he was somewhat unable to control himself.

But looking at the empty bowl, he had no more excuses. Wu Ziyan had already woken up and wanted to see what Han Yuxiu could do. One last time, Han Yuxiu slowly brought his head close to Wu Ziyan's face. He originally wanted to kiss her cheek, but then he took the bowl and went out.

When she got close, Wu Ziyan's hands were weak, but suddenly, before he could react, she wrapped her arms around his waist and used her legs to clamp his other leg with a scissor-like motion.

With her eyes half-closed, she said, "Young Master Yu Xiu, you took advantage of me while I was asleep." Compared to her usual teasing voice, her voice now had a slight nasal tone and was very soft.

Han Yuxiu's face flushed red instantly. Wu Ziyan knew everything he had just done, and if word got out, how could he live with himself? He just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He tried to break free from Wu Ziyan, but he was too weak to move. Wu Ziyan grabbed his collar and pulled him towards her. He couldn't resist and ended up next to Wu Ziyan.

"You! You..." He said "you" several times in a row, but couldn't finish the sentence.

"What? What are you? I'm so thirsty. Is there any more of that? Water will do too." I wonder which one he's referring to? Is it a person, or some hangover soup?

Wu Ziyan shifted to a more comfortable position, facing Han Yuxiu's profile, and noticed that his blush hadn't faded at all.

"Yu Xiu, get me some water."

"How do we drink it?" He didn't know what was going through his mind when he asked such a question, and his face turned even redder as he asked it.