The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 13: Starting to Live Together

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"I think Brother Bao is definitely the Inheritor. Otherwise, it's impossible for him to be this skilled." Chen Long continued to insist on his guess.

"I've never heard of such a thing as an Inheritor." Yan Xiaobao kept eating his ramen, not very concerned about the topic.

"Brother Bao, you're so amazing. Can you teach me a few moves?" Chen Long looked at Yan Xiaobao with eager eyes.

Without even glancing at Chen Long, Yan Xiaobao said while eating, "You're not my wife, so why would I teach you? Besides, your innate bone structure is flawed, and you're malnourished. Teaching you martial arts would be a waste of my time."

"Exactly! Just look at yourself. Skinny as a stick, looking like a threadworm, and you named yourself Chen Long—what a joke!" Zheng Xiaoyu snorted disdainfully at Chen Long.

"Yeah, yeah, your figure is great!" Chen Long retaliated angrily, "Your chest and waist are the same width, yet you have the guts to laugh at me!"

"You're lying!" Zheng Xiaoyu raised her chopsticks and knocked them on Chen Long's head.

"Stop arguing! Just eat your noodles quietly!" Xia Rou, who had grown weary of dealing with their antics, sighed heavily.

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The group finished their ramen, filled their stomachs, and walked out of the Lanzhou Ramen shop.

"Everyone should head home and rest early."

After Zheng Xiaoyu and Chen Long left, Xia Rou thought about the situation. Yan Xiaobao likely had nowhere else to go and no money on him, so she had to take care of his accommodation and meals.

Xia Rou's finances were extremely tight after Sun Peng had almost drained her purse. Adding on the fact that arranging for Yan Xiaobao to treat her sister's illness wouldn't be a quick matter, staying at a hotel was definitely out of the question. Fortunately, her roommates in the shared apartment wouldn't be returning soon, leaving the room vacant.

Xia Rou rented her apartment in a small complex called Hanlin Garden, diagonally opposite Binhai University.

Hanlin Garden was a welfare housing development built nearly twenty years ago by Binhai University for its staff. Despite being somewhat old, the surroundings were serene, and the residents—mainly university faculty—created a simple, harmonious atmosphere with good public safety.

Xia Rou had lived in Hanlin Garden for three or four years and had become acquainted with many of her neighbors. As she walked, she introduced Yan Xiaobao as her cousin to several familiar faces she encountered.

Yan Xiaobao wasn't entirely satisfied with this label, but he didn't say anything. Deep down, he thought to himself that he must work quickly to cure Xia Rou's patients and then officially take his rightful place as her husband.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, Xia Rou unlocked the door and led Yan Xiaobao inside.

It was an older two-bedroom apartment with a modest 67-square-meter layout. Although the furniture and appliances were somewhat outdated, the place was impeccably clean and cozy, adorned with light beige curtains and fresh lilies in vases.

Standing in the living room, facing the two bedroom doors side by side, Xia Rou thought for a moment. Having a strange man stay in her roommates' room didn't feel right, so she said to Yan Xiaobao, "You can stay in my room."

"Sure," Yan Xiaobao agreed readily. In his mind, Xia Rou was his wife, so it seemed natural to stay in her room.

"I'm really worn out tonight. Tomorrow, I'll take you to buy some essentials."

While speaking, Xia Rou found him a new toothbrush and towel and handed them to him. She frowned slightly and said, "You're out traveling without even bringing a change of clothes... How about I lend you something to wear for now? After you shower, I'll wash your clothes—it's so hot that they'll dry quickly."

"Sounds good," Yan Xiaobao nodded again. Wearing his wife's clothes didn't seem embarrassing to him.

Xia Rou picked a loose, gender-neutral white T-shirt for him from her wardrobe but then got stuck on what to do about bottoms.

After hesitating, she found a black, knee-length skirt and said, "How about wearing this tonight? No one's going to see anything while you're sleeping anyway."

"Alright," Yan Xiaobao agreed without any objections. To him, whatever arrangement Xia Rou made was fine—even a man wearing a skirt to sleep didn't seem like a big deal.

In his eyes, between a husband and wife, nothing was off-limits; borrowing her skirt wasn't anything worth making a fuss over.

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Yan Xiaobao quickly finished his shower and unabashedly walked out wearing Xia Rou's assigned attire.

"Pfft—" Xia Rou couldn't help but burst into laughter. "White T-shirt and a black skirt, you actually look pretty good in women's clothes."

"Really?" Yan Xiaobao beamed, spreading his arms and checking himself out. He grinned broadly, "If my Rourou thinks it looks good, then it's perfect."

"Stop calling me that! I'm not your wife... You were busy all day with hijackings and fights; you must be exhausted. Get some sleep already." Xia Rou hurriedly escaped to take her own shower.

"Rourou, let me help you scrub your back."

"No way!" Xia Rou darted into the bathroom and locked the door securely.

"Why not? I can give massages—it's really relaxing," Yan Xiaobao muttered as he sat down on the sofa.

He didn't feel tired at all. Neither the hijacking nor the street fights had posed any challenge to him—they were trivial at best. So he made himself comfortable on the sofa and nonchalantly turned on the TV.

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After her shower, Xia Rou suddenly realized a problem.

Normally, with just the two of them—both women—living in the house, she'd gotten into the habit of taking only her change of underwear to the bathroom and putting on her nightgown afterward in the bedroom. When grabbing clothes earlier, she had been so focused on preparing something for Yan Xiaobao that she'd completely overlooked the fact that he was now staying over as well.

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After a brief hesitation, Xia Rou finally called out to Yan Xiaobao, "Um... I forgot to grab my nightgown. Could you find one for me in the wardrobe?"

"Sure thing!" Yan Xiaobao happily rushed off to rifle through Xia Rou's wardrobe.

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"This little rascal!" Xia Rou cursed under her breath as she wore the nightgown in the bathroom.

The nightgown Yan Xiaobao had picked was the shortest, flimsiest one—a black silk fabric that faintly revealed her fair skin. The gown barely covered her underwear while she stood still, and if she were to walk, it would inevitably expose more...

"Yan Xiaobao!"

"What's up?" Yan Xiaobao ran over immediately. "Did you forget something else?"

"Get me another nightgown!" Xia Rou hesitated briefly but added, "Make it the white cotton one."

"Why?" Yan Xiaobao asked curiously. "I looked earlier, and none of the other gowns are as pretty as this black one."

"..." Xia Rou clenched her teeth. You wish!

"I told you to get it, so just do it—no need for questions."

"No can do," Yan Xiaobao said solemnly. "Rourou, you're so beautiful that you should wear the most beautiful clothes. Actually, I'll be honest—I already threw all the less pretty nightgowns in the garbage just now."

"You!" Xia Rou was instantly furious.

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