As time passed, it was not until he carefully applied the ointment everywhere that his fingers paused slightly, and his gaze went up her neck and fell on her face.

The two looked at each other silently for nearly a minute, but compared to Concubine Ye's pure gaze, Su Mohan's gaze was too domineering and aggressive, so that Concubine Ye began to be unable to parry, and her hands were clenched into fists a little unnaturally.

Turning her head slightly and looking away, Concubine Ye sat up, put her coat back on, and wrapped herself very tightly.

Su Mohan put the ointment back on the coffee table, returned to the desk, and began to process the documents, but in the process of processing the documents, he would always look up from time to time, as if inadvertently glancing at Concubine Ye on the sofa.

Concubine Ye did watch TV until three o'clock in the afternoon, but after watching it for a while, she really couldn't find any favorite programs, so she simply pressed the black twist.

Twisting her, she saw that Su Mohan had pressed it, and after pressing it, a servant would come in.

Sure enough, after only a few seconds, there was a knock on the door, and then two maids walked in.

"Is there a Journal of Economics and a Currency Wars and a Trade Affair?" Concubine Ye spoke directly to the maid, and her throat hurt a little every time she spoke.

The maid didn't dare to make a rash decision, turned her head to look at Su Mohan in front of the table, and saw him bowing her head, so she nodded in response.

A few minutes later, the maid sent the book, and also thoughtfully sent a few books and pens, Concubine Ye nodded, leaned on the sofa and flipped through it.

Since she can't go to school and can't leave, let's read a book here, she can't let a room suffocate to death as a big living person.

The afternoon sun was slightly drunk, enveloping the luxurious room, Concubine Ye curled up on the sofa, like a cat looking at the "Currency War" in her hand, unlike the books she had read before, this one's "Currency War" was obviously older, and there would be some Su-black annotations and comments on the page from time to time, and the inky blue pen words were slightly blurred, but with his taste.

Concubine Ye read it for a long time, although there were his annotations in the book, but she still had a lot of things she didn't understand, and she was not polite immediately, and drew the places she didn't understand with the ballpoint pen sent by the maid.

I don't know how long I watched it, Concubine Ye's eyelids became heavier and heavier, she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously, the book in her hand was still slightly open, occasionally blown by the wind, she would turn a page or two, and it was peaceful.

Su Mohan stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head and looked at her for a long time, his eyes revealing a touch of tenderness.

With a light step, he walked over from behind the table, gently took the book in her hand, flipped through it, and then put the pen in the middle, closed it and placed it on the coffee table.

Su Mohan helped her pull the blanket upward, and carefully put her arm that was stretched out into the blanket, and then he stood in front of her for a long time, quietly looking at the sleeping face.

Her face was still pale, but it was much better than yesterday, but more importantly, she was no longer as afraid of him as she had been a few days ago, nor was she as disgusted with him as she had been yesterday.

Although he didn't know if it was a disguise on her part, or if it was a means she used to deceive herself, he preferred to believe that maybe she didn't hate herself that much.