Seeing his arm stretch out again, Gu Nanqiao quickly rolled up in the blanket and rolled to the edge of the bed, "No more, I have to get up early for work tomorrow."
"I'll carry you to the bath."
He dropped that line and then scooped her up along with the blanket.
His uninjured arm took most of his weight, so carrying her like this did not pull at his wound.
Huo Jingting got out of bed with her in his arms and walked towards the bathroom.
Gu Nanqiao lifted her eyelids, saw his bandaged wound, and did not struggle.
There was truly nothing to be prissy about.
If before there was any need for discretion, now, they had done what should be done and even what should not have been done. He had seen every inch of her body; any attempt to conceal now would seem futile and absurd.
Moreover, to tell the truth, she... actually really enjoyed the feeling of him taking care of her.
...
The bathroom.
The dim yellow light cast on his handsome face softened its icy features.
