"You don't need makeup." Beiming Han drew a long breath, only sitting her in his embrace brought him relief.
"Ah Han... thank you."
Gu Qingxin looked at his handsome face. If he had not braved the typhoon to come for her, she really didn't know what would have become of her?
"Thank you is not just lip service, you have to act on it." Beiming Han's big hand slipped into her hair, they were entwined, warming each other.
"…"
"I'm still getting an IV, and my face... are you... sure you're not repulsed?" Gu Qingxin felt her face was the same whether it turned red or not, he could still face her.
"Fool." Beiming Han carefully turned her over, her back facing him, and lifted her leg.
As long as she was herself, he would always want her...
If he was just looking for a beauty, she would not really make the cut...
Beiming Han looked at the little girl who had already fallen asleep, got up, quickly cleaned himself up, got dressed, and left the sickroom.
