The Girl Who Cured the Crazy BOSS is Majestic and Mighty

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Fu Wang had beautiful hands. The more time she spent with him, Shu Yu's slight urge became increasingly difficult to control. It was just that she had managed to hold herself together and Fu Wang didn't notice it. Whenever his fingers curled around the book he was holding and revealed his beautiful knuckles, Shu Yu's gaze would involuntarily fall onto it.

It looked beautiful whenever he held the white porcelain bowl or wrote on the paper. Translucent blue veins peeked out from under his fair skin, protruding with every small movement he made. It was beautiful and it tempted her to touch it.

Shu Yu felt a burning heat at the corner of her eye and snapped back to reality, quickly covering her face once she came to. Dreaming about BOSS touching her eye with a gentle expression on his face, what is going on?

The weather outside the cave was pretty lovely, with the mixed temperatures of spring and summer, coupled with the blue skies, white clouds and gentle breeze. Excluding everything else and from just the scenery, Shu Yu hadn't seen any place with a bad scenery ever since she came into this world. There's no need to mention the Tian Xin Island that Tian Feng Jin Yu was living on but every place was exquisite like a fairyland, it was a pity that she hadn't dared to explore much. Arriving in the Clear Wilderness, the sceneries were still brilliant and the air was unbelievably fresh.

There was an old tree not far from the entrance of the cave. She didn't know what species it was and it seemed to be dead because it didn't bud even when it was in season, but Fu Wang seemed to love that tree, often placing a rocking chair under the tree and resting on it as he swayed back and forth with his eyes closed.

Ever since they'd arrived here, Shu Yu realised that Fu Wang was very different from what she had thought of him to be, different from that strong image in the book. It turned out that he wasn't a "workaholic" who seemed to have endless things to learn and never-ending things to do. Shu Yu realised that he actually liked to enjoy himself too. Not paying attention when one didn't need to and enjoying oneself when one could, was perfectly presented by him.

For example, the rocking chair that he was sitting on now. During their first two days here, he had said that he didn't like sleeping on the bed, then he entered the woods the next day and returned with two trees trailing behind him. He then sat there with a serious expression on his face and started hammering away, making quite an exquisite rocking chair.

In the following days, he spent most of his time lying on that rocking chair, basking in the sunlight that shone through the tree, idly recuperating from his wounds with a snow white fox fur covering him.

Compared to Shu Yu who was busy with completing her "homework", Fu Wang lived a particularly leisurely life. It was a stark contrast to his previous hectic life.

He always had a small stove next to his rocking chair which he sometimes used to decoct medicine, boil water for tea, or to make some soup. There was a constant cloud of white steam that emitted from it, one which Shu Yu had never seen stop.

Fu Wang was quite particular about this and Shu Yu had noticed that he was always swapping out the small stoves and kettles. Whether it was making tea, soup or medicine, he always had various different utensils prepared for it. Today, a white clay pot was sitting on the stove as it exuded the clear and sweet fragrance of millet and red dates.

Shu Yu took in a deep breath as she stood at the entrance of the cave, twisting her neck and kicking her feet. She then rinsed her mouth and washed her face before running to Fu Wang's rocking chair and setting down a small folding stool, which Fu Wang had also made. She then sat down after placing a cushion on it.

Shu Yu was distressed to see that his face was still as pale as before and hadn't improved from the day before. Fu Wang had assured her multiple times that he would get better soon but although he had been saying this for a while, he still showed no signs of recovery. His lips were so pale that they were almost devoid of any colour, seeming like it would melt when exposed to the sunlight. His black hair was untied and it lay loose, a distinct contrast to his pale and colourless face.