Fu Nancheng lowered his gaze slightly, only to feel a pair of small hands gently threading through his hair, extraordinarily gentle.
Her movements were light, so it felt like she was continuously tantalizing him, making him feel that nothing is ever enough...
The bathroom was filled with steam, making everything soft and blurry.
Watching him busy, but he seemed a bit dazed.
Wasn't sure if it was because she thought his leg was injured because of her and therefore cared for him, or because... she truly cared about him.
Qiao Mo turned her head and turned on the shower; in no time, the water came down in torrents.
She rolled up her sleeves a bit more, but inevitably, her nightdress got wet.
Carefully washed the foam off his head, then turned around intending to find a towel.
Fu Nancheng turned his head to look at the woman beside him; the light pink cotton long-sleeved nightdress on her was a bit loose.
