Su Qinglan had just finished her warm bath when Han Jue stepped into the room.
He looked at her, his eyes softening instantly. "Lanlan, you've bathed?"
Su Qinglan nodded softly. Without a word, Han Jue gently grabbed a plush towel and began drying her waist-length hair with delicate, careful movements.
Once her hair was damp-free, he effortlessly lifted her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bed, helping her slip into a soft, comfortable nightgown.
As she settled down, Han Jue's hands carefully shifted her gown to check her skin. His gaze was sharp and intense…if he had found a single mark on her body, he would have stormed right out of the room to beat that shameless angel to a pulp!
Seeing no injuries, he frowned slightly. "Did you use your ability to heal yourself?"
Su Qinglan blinked, wondering why he was asking. She slowly shook her head. "No... I didn't."
