Han Bing ran out in a hurry, with soap bubbles on his hands.
The sound of the door closing was very heavy. Li beixiao frowned.
If she broke it, he would have to pay ...
Although li Mumu loved to play games, she had a very regular work and rest schedule at night. She usually went to bed at eight o 'clock.
It would not be past nine at the latest.
Ye qingge came out of the shower and Li beixiao motioned for her to sit on the bed.
She squeezed out some of the ointment from a tube in her hand, took ye qingge's arm, and gently applied it.
"Everything's fine now!" The wound from the bullet last time had already healed, and the scabs had fallen off, but there was still a light pink mark.
Li beixiao had been applying medicine for her, but she did not take it to heart.
"It won't be pretty if it leaves a mark!" Li beixiao felt guilty about the accident last time.
"It's not my face, it's no problem!"
"No place!"
