No matter how Luo Nan's tone was, whether it was Yin Le or Snake Tongue, they all treated it as an order to carry it out.
Fifteen minutes later, Luo Nan was already submerged in the warm and slightly scalding hot soup. His back was leaning against the wooden wall of the pool, allowing the layers of heat to seep through the pores of his skin and flesh to permeate into his internal organs.
As for whether or not this method was appropriate while he was injured, Luo Nan didn't mention it. Yin Le and Snake Tongue didn't have the leeway to comment.
It had to be said that the traditional bathing culture of Ban City was quite unique. Due to limited conditions, there was no hot spring on the yacht. But with Snake Tongue, who was born and raised in Osaka City and had been nurtured in traditional shrines for over ten years, she was able to use the limited facilities to achieve a similar level of enjoyment.
Under Snake Tongue's service, Luo Nan washed his body clean. Then he entered the narrow and small bathroom and soaked in the deep pool that could only fit two or three people. The ceiling above his head and even the deck above him were all opened up, revealing passageways that were like the walls of a well. The passageways led to the faintly dimming light of the sky. The claustrophobia and tranquility of being a frog in a well actually caused some philosophical thoughts to settle down.
Luo Nan leaned against the wall of the pool, inhaling and exhaling warm water vapor. Behind him, Snake Tongue raised a wooden ladle and poured warm water from a bamboo pipe onto his shoulders and back. The change in temperature and the impact of the water continued to provoke the senses of his body.
When he got used to it or became numb to it, there would be a strange tipsy feeling in his mind that quietly dissipated.
"You really know how to enjoy life!"
Luo Nan mumbled with his eyes closed. The direction of his words was rather vague. It was unclear whether he was referring to the previous owner of the yacht or Snake Tongue, who was currently serving behind him.
Through the mist, Yin Le wanted to reply, but in the end, she felt that it wasn't appropriate and did not speak. She could only feel the awkwardness in her heart.
The bathroom wasn't that big to begin with. The pool took up nearly two-thirds of the area. Snake Tongue was behind Luo Nan, "watering" the water, and Yin Le was squeezed near the door. Especially since she was wearing a business suit that didn't match her appearance. She didn't wear shoes, and the steam had soaked her coat and her stockings. She looked a little embarrassed.
What was even more annoying was the sullen feeling of 'working for someone else'.
The yacht she'd bought with her own hands had unexpectedly become Snake Tongue's home court due to Harmony Wind's renovation. The former witch's behavior was so natural and perfectly integrated with the current scene. It was as if as long as she was there, more exquisite and delicate enjoyment could be discovered.
In this place, Snake Tongue didn't need to do anything. She only needed a "sense of compatibility" to be able to crush her.
Snake Tongue didn't need to do anything here. She could crush Snake Tongue.
Snake Tongue still displayed a temperate attitude within the bathroom environment. Even though she was helping Luo Nan take a bath, she still wore a kimono. Her entire body was dressed in a strict manner. She didn't care if the steam in the bathroom made her clothes or hair wet.
Water droplets condensed from steam slid down the surface of the kimono, the inner lining, the cheeks, and the neck, accentuating the delicate and white skin. On top of the neat bun, there was a thin layer of water, which gave it a porcelain-like enamel effect.
Such a scene had already entered the category of "art". Though a portion of the "reality" had been erased, wasn't this the sort of thing a youngster of Luo Nan's age liked?
This was. Le Chen King Edge out!
In this sort of environment, she intentionally or unintentionally used the contrast between intimate contact and formal attire to carry out some sort of hint. She probed Luo Nan's reactions and inclinations.
Don't ask Yin Le how she knew.
The reality was that Luo Nan didn't express anything from beginning to end. Yet he didn't refuse such probing. He seemed to be enjoying it, enjoying it confidently and confidently.
If it was a normal man, Yin Le wouldn't have considered the obstacles of 'arrogance' or 'modesty'. But past experiences always proved that when she began to consider how to take the next step, this young man's state of mind had already entered an irrelevant and unconventional level of thinking.
Unable to understand his thoughts, unable to feel his pulse, forever passive, unable to keep up … For a personal secretary who was "motivated", facing such a boss was really stressful.
Yin Le was even thinking about studying the "Persona" psychological analysis file a few more times to see if she could find any clues.
Hmm, according to the usual procedure, there should be a follow-up update to this set of information. If she really wanted to renew it …
Yin Le took a small breath and the slightly choking water flowed out from her nose and throat. However, the heat still seeped into her internal organs, bringing an even heavier dampness and dryness.
Sweat dripped down from her temples, sliding across her cheeks and onto her collarbone before sliding down. Her body was extremely greasy. The sound of water splashing in the room was extremely monotonous and noisy. It was truly unbearable.
For an instant, she even wanted to push Snake Tongue, who was putting on an act, into the pool. She wanted to see what Snake Tongue would do when the time came!
"The Sunlight Nightmare. Pretty much everyone has a share."
"... Yes?" Yin Le suddenly came back to herself and responded instinctively.
She heard Luo Nan's muffled voice pass through the mist. He was indeed speaking to her. "It mainly targets the turbid flow of the emotions and desires of living beings. There are many hidden stimuli, and it is somewhat related to the nature of the Bloodflame Order's power. The abyssal region configuration isn't directly impacted, but the feedback from the masses will carry a bit, creating an indirect effect. "
Here it comes again!
Yin Le didn't know what expression she should use to face him. Her long years as a secretary had given her sufficiently excellent instincts. She immediately took the opportunity to take two steps forward. She ignored the wet ground and knelt down close to Snake Tongue. She pressed her knees to the ground and lowered her head to listen carefully.
"Yes. Please guide me, Mister."
Snake Tongue thoughtfully stopped watering at this time. She knelt upright to the side and served Luo Nan, causing the bathroom to become much quieter.
Luo Nan's voice was still muffled, and it mixed together with the slightly undulating sound of the water. "The lowest level of the magma lake is now equivalent to adding something. It will gain quite a bit of benefit for a short period of time. You can use it. However, pay attention to guiding and dispersing it. Don't let it flood your mind and explode your negative emotions. "
Yin Le subconsciously responded, "Yes." But in the blink of an eye, her final words were stuck in her throat.
He wasn't talking about the Order. He was clearly talking about herself! She stood to the side, her emotions surging up and down. They actually didn't escape Luo Nan's eyes.
It was hard for anyone to avoid palpitations and fear from being exposed like this.
Her heart skipped a beat, but the compensating emotions that came surging up were unexpectedly peaceful. They were even mixed with a marvelous feeling of excitement.
Yes. She and the Bloodflame Order were under Luo Nan's control for a long time. They were cowering under his inconceivable might. She was able to attract Luo Nan's attention. This proved that she possessed a certain position and meaning in Luo Nan's heart. She was quite lucky.
Besides, what was so strange about having her thoughts seen through?
Several months ago, when she was communicating with Luo Nan through Fei Jin, hadn't she already been pierced through by this sharp edge? Also, she had experienced the mystical feeling of fighting across space with a True God and the others. Shouldn't the true meaning of 'Gods Understand' be like this?
Yin Le's other knee touched the ground. She allowed the overflowing pool water to seep into her stockings. She lowered her head deeply. "I understand what you mean, Sir. I will immediately go and make arrangements for Ti City …. "
Her voice was cut off again. This was because there was only a distance of half an arm between Yin Le and Luo Nan. She could clearly feel the warmth of Luo Nan's body. She could hear his calm and drawn-out breathing. She could also hear his words that were close to a whisper.
"The power of chaos is still power. It's a waste to directly offset it. It's very economical to use certain rules to restrain and utilize it. It's very economical. The Bloodflame Order has already walked this path, but Mrs. Halder has walked even further. Since you have a foundation, you should use it. Think more and ponder more. "
Yin Le didn't quite understand. She could only respond with another "Yes." She prepared to ask Mrs. Halder for guidance later.
"Also, this place is a bit closer to Point B. Let's drive there."
"... Sir, you want to go to the island?"
Yin Le had already begun to adapt to Luo Nan's leaping thoughts. She quickly reacted. The so-called Point B. was none other than Claw Island, the shooting range where Luo Nan practiced his exoskeleton control a few days ago.
She was a bit hesitant. "Sir, your current body …."
"Just prepare a wheelchair. It's fine if you don't have one."
"Yes."
The boss made a decision. Agreeing to it first was definitely the right thing to do. Then she heard Luo Nan continue to list out his request. "I need around half a ton of consumables."
Yin Le quickly did some mental calculations and responded, "The island has enough in stock. However, I'll still need to transfer some to be absolutely safe."
Luo Nan didn't say anything else. Yin Le received the order, and her entire being was brimming with energy. She was no longer entangled in trivial matters. She quickly got up and left the bathroom.
Right now, only Luo Nan and Snake Tongue were left in the bathroom.
Snake Tongue adjusted her kneeling posture. She also used this opportunity to quietly adjust the rhythm of her breathing. She slowly entered the service station. This time, she was prepared to do something different. She heard Luo Nan murmur at this time.
"Just a bit more. There's also you …. Snake Tongue."
Snake Tongue originally wanted to maintain the persona of a person of few words, but now that she was called out, she could only respond in a low voice.
"Your Excellency?"
Who knew that Luo Nan wouldn't speak again. Snake Tongue couldn't check his pulse, but she had to speak no matter what at this time. "Your Excellency. Do you want me to give you a massage?"
Luo Nan still didn't speak. His eyes were still closed, but his chest rose and fell slightly. It seemed that he had fallen asleep amidst the dense steam. Snake Tongue could only assume that he had agreed. She dipped her hand into the pool of soup for a while, then stuck close to the surface of the water. She slowly moved up from Luo Nan's chest and ribs, using the warmth of her palm and fingers on his body.
Right now, Luo Nan's skin was dark red from being soaked in the pool of soup. However, what was even more eye-catching were the crisscrossed bruises of green and purple. These were just the surface. There were some areas where Snake Tongue's fingertips streaked across. What should have been the taut skin of a young man was soft and collapsed. It was as if the skin had completely lost its elasticity.
And so, Snake Tongue knew that Luo Nan's inexplicable injuries were far more serious than what was visible to the naked eye.
"Did he fight a great enemy through the air? Did something go wrong with his cultivation? Or did he delay the eruption of internal injuries from his battle with Gong Qi? "
A few speculations flashed through her mind. The rhythm of Snake Tongue's massage wasn't affected in the slightest. Only her fingertips became sharper. They alternated between the intact and the damaged body.
She didn't need to deliberately mull over it. The knowledge accumulated from her many years of cultivation formed a rather precise image of the human body in her mind. Where it was tough and where it was weak, she could see it with a single glance.
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