"Leave these to me, you don't need to worry."
Bo Jinghang looked at her lovingly and continued, gentle and refined: "Besides, Bo Jiu's original intention in buying gifts was to make you happy, not to trouble you."
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Qin Yiren lay softly on the bed, murmuring shyly: "Is it really okay for me to slack off like this?"
"I want to do everything for you." Bo Jinghang gently brushed her bangs aside, leaning down to give her a light kiss, "Learn to rely on me, Xiaoqian."
Qin Yiren stared at him for a moment, her cheeks gradually flushed.
Remembering she had secretly met a psychologist, her emotions became complex, and she whispered: "Thank you for everything you've done for me."
"Didn't I tell you not to thank me anymore?"
Bo Jinghang was helpless with her, his long fingers tapped her nose: "Sleep now, it's late. Rest well, and we'll be discharged tomorrow morning."
