Li Qiao looked at him, trying not to smile, her finger lightly tapping his bandage, "I'm just afraid your wound might reopen..."
The man embraced her and kissed her again, then stood up, taking her hand as they walked towards the bathroom, "Then we'll do as you say."
Li Qiao gazed at his broad back, feeling both a sour and warm sensation in her heart.
Then, in a daze, she followed Shang Yu into the bathroom, and before she could react, she was pushed against the bathroom wall and kissed deeply.
Maybe the sweetness after a quarrel was particularly enticing, Li Qiao tilted her head back, striving to meet his kiss, as the temperature around them rose higher and higher.
It was only when coolness spread across her back that she realized her T-shirt was gone.
Looking back at the man with bandages wrapped around his chest, her cheeks flushed, she said softly, "You have an injury; you can't shower."
