But today was different. Her spirit had improved significantly, and she wasn't feeling so unwell. Being touched by his hand, covered in a thin layer of callus, Gu Qingxin's cheeks turned bright red.
He knew he was wrong in behaving this way, but he just couldn't control himself.
So, he had been taking countless cold showers over the past few days.
Sometimes, he needed to shower after giving her a massage.
Gu Qingxin was feeling really uncomfortable back then and didn't have the strength to intervene.
Gu Qingxin was puzzled, wondering why he didn't use his own hands!
After Beiming Han thoroughly massaged her, he coughed awkwardly, got up, and was about to leave the bathtub to take another shower.
Suddenly, his hand was gripped. Beiming Han turned his head to look at her...
Under the hazy fog, her small face looked pretty and adorable. Beiming Han's hair was semi-wet, falling over his forehead, giving him a somewhat childlike look.
