The gentle, sickly beauty is a cold and aloof general.

After dinner, Junming slunk into the sofa.

He picked up the computer and began examining the gold and silver materials.

Then I started designing the shape for that earring.

Junming still prefers to make the things that Atal wears himself.

After much deliberation, drawing and erasing, drawing and erasing, several versions of the design were created, but ultimately no final version was decided. Junming always felt that something was missing, that it wasn't quite right.

Jun Ming sighed and rubbed his temples.

I can't come up with a design that satisfies me for the time being, so I've decided to put the computer aside for now.

Atal had gone to his bedroom to wash and shower, preparing for his second attempt at mental soothing that evening.

Jun Ming stopped worrying about it. Since the earring issue wasn't that urgent, it could be put on hold for later.

The most important thing now is to soothe Atal's mind. For a female soldier like Atal with such a strong sense of self-respect, mental strength must be something she cares about most.

Jun Ming got up and went to his room to take a bath.

After taking a bath, Atal wrapped himself in a bathrobe, thought for a moment, and then went to the wardrobe to pick out a set of pajamas.

The pajamas the male insect prepared for him were made of the finest material, smooth to the touch and not rough at all; they didn't even feel real when worn.

She picked out a shirt and shorts set, casually dried her hair, and prepared to go to Junming's bedroom.

As he approached the door, about to knock, Atal suddenly remembered something, went downstairs to ask Dun Dun for the medicine box, and then returned to Jun Ming's bedroom door with the medicine box.

I knocked on the door, but the male insect didn't answer. I could still faintly hear the sound of flowing water.

Jun Ming was still taking a shower.

Upon realizing this, Atal immediately turned the doorknob, opened the door, placed the medicine box on the bedside table, and then sat upright by the bed to wait.

Compared to the anxiety he felt last night, Atal was calmer today, less fearful, just slightly nervous.

After taking a shower, Jun Ming carefully tightened the belt of his bathrobe. The unexpected fall of the bathrobe yesterday had really startled him, and he couldn't afford to make the same mistake again today.

Thinking of this, Jun Ming tightened the belt again.

He dried his hair before going outside.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw Atal sitting upright on the edge of my bed.

He was wearing pajamas that he had specially prepared for Atal.

The first button of her shirt was undone, revealing her beautiful collarbone, slender neck, and a large expanse of smooth, white chest.

She wore shorts, revealing her long, shapely legs. Because of her sitting position on the edge of the bed, her knees were naturally bent, giving her a very sculpted look.

However, the smooth muscle lines also convey a sense of power, making the legs appear not thin.

Her ankles were slender and long, with slightly protruding ankle bones, and her skin was as white as jade, delicate and smooth, as if it could emit a faint glow.

The thigh was faintly visible beneath the shorts. From Jun Ming's angle, one could immediately see a mole on the inner right thigh, where the shorts covered it.

It adds a touch of sexiness.

Seeing the scene before him, Jun Ming felt his blood rush to his head, as if he were about to have a nosebleed. He reached out and touched it, thankfully it was just his imagination, otherwise he would have embarrassed himself in front of Atar.

"My lord... are you done washing?"

Upon seeing Jun Ming emerge, Atal quickly stood up.

"alright."

"Has Atal been waiting long?"

Jun Ming walked to the bedside and sat down.

"It hasn't been long, I just got here myself."

"I knocked on the door, but the master didn't hear me, so I went in and waited."

Atar opened the medicine box by the bedside as he spoke.

"My lord, it's time to apply medicine to your legs."

If Atal hadn't reminded him, Jun Ming would have almost forgotten that he had a scar on his calf.

Atal took out ointment and cotton swabs, knelt down on one knee in front of Jun Ming, and gently lifted Jun Ming's injured calf a little with one hand.

With her other hand, she held a cotton swab soaked in ointment and gently applied it to the wound.

The redness and swelling of the wound have subsided a lot, and it's still a bit red. Luckily, I was wearing a layer of clothing at the time, otherwise the skin would have broken.

Atal carefully applied the ointment, not missing a single spot, his eyes gentle yet focused.

Jun Ming stared blankly at the top of Atar's head.

Who could resist such a beautiful woman applying medicine for them?

As Atal's hands moved, Atal's head also swayed slightly.

Jun Ming then noticed that Atal's hair was still wet. Although it was no longer dripping, it was not completely dry.

"alright."

After carefully checking to make sure nothing was missed, Atar finally got up.

"Please be careful when you sleep tonight, and I will come again tomorrow morning to change your medicine."

Atar began packing his medicine kit without a second thought.

Jun Ming swung his toes, appreciating Atar's leisurely movements.

"Atal came over with his hair still wet?"

"It's stopped dripping, it's fine."

Fearing the male insect might think he was being too hasty, Atar quickly added, "My hair dries very fast."

"That won't work either."

Jun Ming got out of bed and went to the bedroom to get his towel.

"If you don't dry your hair, you'll have a headache at night. Atal, you'd better listen and dry it."

"I'll help you."

After saying that, she pulled Atar to sit on the edge of the bed, stood beside Atar, wrapped her wet hair in a towel, gently squeezed it, and slowly waited for the towel to dry.

Before Atal could refuse, it was pinned down by the male insect.

He was very close to Junming, and the towel the male insect used to dry his hair still smelled of the male insect shampoo, which was faint and pleasant.

Jun Ming's movements were gentle, neither hasty nor impatient.

Neither of them spoke again, both immersed in the atmosphere.

"Let's go to the bathroom and I'll blow-dry it for you."

Jun Ming put away the towel and took Atar to his bathroom.

The bathroom was still steamy from the shower, and the mirror was fogged up, making it difficult to see clearly.

Junming found a hair dryer, tested the temperature in his palm, and then slowly began to dry Atar's hair.

My fingers ran smoothly through my hair, encountering no resistance at all. Using my fingers as a comb, I gradually dried the roots of my hair.

After blowing it for a while, I made sure Atal's hair was dry.

"alright."

Junming turned off the hairdryer and patted Atal's head.

Atal's hair was completely dry and lay softly on his head, which softened Jun Ming's heart.

"Thank you, my lord."

Atar's voice was soft, like a feather brushing against Jun Ming's heart, making him feel ticklish.

Jun Ming stood behind Atal, running his hand through Atal's hair, and looked up.

The long neck, covered by her hair, revealed a slight pattern of insect marks, which appeared to be lighter in color than before.

very beautiful......