Gu Qingxin laid there, her long eyelashes soaked with tears, innocently drooping down, with cheeks both red and swollen. Her brows were tightly knitted due to pain, making her quite uncomfortable.
Beiming Han walked to the bedside, ordering someone to bring a wet towel.
When Bai Jingqing arrived, he was breathless and couldn't utter a word. He hurried into the bedroom, and when he saw the scene inside, his eyes widened in disbelief.
What had he seen?
Beiming Han was actually gently wiping the girl's face with a towel...
Clearly, Beiming Han had no experience in caring for others, his handsome face locked in a grimace, seemingly deeply wronged, yet his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid that he would hurt the girl on the bed by applying the slightest pressure.
Hearing the noise, Beiming Han immediately dropped the towel in his hand and commanded unpleasantly, "Hurry up and tend to her wounds!"
