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He did get out of the car and walked a few steps before opening the passenger-side door, his large palm resting on her hair.
His fingers gently straightened her hair as he remembered the times he combed her hair for her.
Wrapped in his suit, Mo Shuifu didn't make a sound.
After a few brushes, he used a hair tie to gather her messy hair up.
"I'll carry you down."
With an outstretched arm and a princess carry, he lifted her from the passenger seat.
In the past two years, if they had an argument, he would certainly have lost his temper.
But now, he had reined in his temper, except for a trace of residual resentment.
Mo Shuifu had nothing to say; she simply let him carry her, just clutching the suit tight for fear that it might fall off.
He walked into the villa, into the bedroom, and then carried her into the bathroom.
After testing the water temperature and adjusting the hot water, he filled the bathtub with water.
