Of course, excluding the option of not being able to hold it together.
Jiang Beiyu was not the latter, so he felt a rush of blood but had no intention to blind himself.
He had looked.
It was just a glance; he used a spell he hadn't employed in a long time, pulling her out of the bathtub and wrapping her in a bathrobe.
It was only that glance, but it lingered in his mind.
The bathrobe wasn't wrapped very properly; a pair of straight, fair legs were mostly exposed, which Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but touch.
"..."
Very smooth.
He silently sighed in his heart.
Then, moving quickly, he carried the young girl to one of the rooms, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
Meanwhile, the room's air conditioning was set to 16℃.
He knew how afraid of heat Su Nanzhi was.
Jiang Beiyu dared not stay long in this room, as the temptation was too great; he feared he might get a nosebleed if he stayed longer.
