Huang Ji naturally witnessed this scene as well. Her face flushed an even deeper red with embarrassment as she huffed, "Hmph! You're bullying me!"
Then she fled as fast as she could.
"Hey, you can't just do half the job! You haven't even wiped my back yet! Can't you wipe my back before you leave?"
Ye Fan was incredibly frustrated. Who leaves in the middle of something like that? He felt miserable, but he was helpless to move.
...
For the next few days, Ye Fan focused on his recuperation. He hadn't expected Huang Ji to be a woman of such refined tastes; she had painted several landscape scrolls and hung them on the walls. By the window, she had placed a few pots of flowers, which, combined with the tidy furniture, gave the cottage an air of serene elegance—an effect that someone as crude as Ye Fan could never hope to replicate.
