When Beiming Han finished, Gu Qingxin taught him how to put them on.
"A little bit to the back!"
"Why?" Beiming Han raised his head to look at her and asked seriously.
"..."
If there were a crack in the ground right now, she'd definitely squeeze into it.
"Figure it out yourself! Hurry, I can't take it anymore!" Gu Qingxin averted her eyes in embarrassment, daring not to look at him any longer.
Beiming Han's gaze swept over her, pondering the structure there...
He understood in a split second.
After Gu Qingxin got dressed, she picked up the bath towel she had dirtied and fled into the bathroom.
Helplessly touching her forehead, she wondered why she found this man increasingly... frightening.
Beiming Han ordered to increase the temperature inside the villa a bit more. Bai Jingqing had mentioned that women who had just miscarried were most susceptible to catching a chill, which could cause irreversible damage to their bodies.
