Zhao Changhe was, in fact, misunderstood. When he mentioned two rooms, it was just a random number he blurted out without any real thought. At this moment, there was no time for any romantic entanglements; this was neither the time nor place for such things.0

Although he and Yue Hongling were indeed injured and exhausted and definitely needed rest, they were not actually that seriously injured. Taking some time to meditate and recover while taking some medicine would be enough.0

After treating Han Wubing, Zhao Changhe sat down, a bit tired, and started meditating.0

The room fell into a brief silence.0

Yue Hongling turned her head away, realizing it was her own thoughts that had wandered, not his.0

Ugh… He’s corrupted me.0

Soon, the village leader personally brought in roasted meat and fruit wine. Since Zhao Changhe had mentioned that they were not to be disturbed, the leader did not say a word. He simply set down the food, bowed, and then left.0

Zhao Changhe opened his eyes and exchanged a look with Yue Hongling. For the first time, they both felt a little guilty about eating. It felt wrong to accept the food without giving anything in return, but since they were pretending to be envoys, they could not exactly offer to pay either.0

Yue...0