"What do you mean?" Gu Qingxin acted dumb and stared at him innocently.
"You're disgusted with it!" Beiming Han's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"..."
"No! How could that be?!"
"..."
Beiming Han's gaze grew more dangerous, but he didn't say anymore, and continued to help her 'clean'.
Gu Qingxin felt another surge of heat in her lower stomach. Beiming Han was looking down and saw a thread of bright red blood that flowed from her and trickled down her fair legs onto the ground.
The stark contrast between her fair skin and the bright red was stimulating his sight.
Gu Qingxin was so embarrassed that she wished she could just crawl into a hole. Was he here to give her a bath or to torment her?
After a long struggle, she finally finished her bath. Gu Qingxin dried off with a towel, put on her cotton panties, and let Beiming Han dress her in a bathrobe. He then enveloped her hair in a shower cap and carried her out.
