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“What is it now?”
Yan Dafu put his herb grinder down, frowning at the sight of Elder Wen, who carried a lunch box. What a stupid man, always obsessing about his master’s eating. Due to Yan Dafu’s vast medical knowledge, he was very aware that his body wasn’t tired because of a lack of nutrients.
Being the sect leader was the main reason for his grumpier days. Obviously, he would take it on Wen Bin harder than on other people.
As the lunch box was opened, the mouth watering fragrance of the Aunt Sun’s egg noodle soup filled the small room. Quietly, Elder Wen served his master. That was much better than the sloppy meal made by Zhao QingFeng he once tasted — which Yan Dafu would never admit to have loved — he sniffed the delicate bowl, genuinely appreciating it.
He then threw all the soup at Elder Wen’s face.
“Useless. How dare you ruin my dry herbs with this ordinary thing? Get someone that hosts more than the single braincell you feed with stupidness everyday to clean this mess and get out of my face at once!”
Cleaning the noodles stuck on his eyelids, all Wen Bin could see were the robes of Yan Dafu elegantly flowing as the master left the room. He was not angry nor sad. But extremely satisfied. His lord even sniffed the soup he brought! What a great reaction!
Wen Bin himself checked his subordinates work before reporting it to the master. The floor was clean, the herbs were all replaced so the Holy Sect Leader could keep on improving his medical skills, the one leisure activity he had after dealing with the sect duties.
It took him a while to bathe and get changed, his hair decorated with flowers that matched his master’s robe colours. Wen Bin would not do it other way. As he thought his looks were good enough to please Yan Dafu, he left to the main hall.
Oddly enough, he could not hear the sound of the brush against the paper or the usual tea sipping noise. Even the lights were low, indicating that some candles have already burned out.
But his loved master was there. The sumptuous sleeve robes touching the floor as they fell from the table where his arms were serving as a pillow to his angelic face. As Wen Bin got closer, the dimple seemed to be more noticeable.
His precious Yan Dafu fell asleep during work.
Silently, Elder Wen sat next to him, caressing his face, thanking all the gods for being able to admire such beauty. Yan Dafu grumbled, but did not wake up. Wen Bin managed to get him out of that awful position, leaning the master’s body over his own.
Suddenly, his thigh was grabbed. Tightly. Yan Dafu buried his face on Wen Bin’s chest, as the scent of the clean skin and clothes seemed comforting to him.
Elder Wen wrapped his arms around his master, making sure to provide him a good nap, caressing his hair eventually and growing courage to kiss Yan Dafu’s forehead as a shy goodnight wish.
Eventually, Wen Bin fell asleep as well, waking up to find himself comfortably put in Yan Dafu’s bed, all by himself.