The veins on Beiming Han's forehead bulged in anger. With a furious throw, he dropped the bath sponge he was holding onto the floor. He stripped off her wet clothes and began to clean her body.
After washing, he wrapped her in a bath towel, picked her up, and laid her on the bed.
Just when he was about to leave, Gu Qingxin suddenly stretched out her hand to hug him. Beiming Han's body went rigid. Then, steadfastly he pushed away her hand, turned around to fetch a tube of ointment from the cupboard.
"Lift your head," Beiming Han commanded in a rigid tone.
Gu Qingxin pursed her lips and obediently lifted her head. Beiming Han squeezed out a bit of the ointment and applied it to her neck.
A cool sensation flooded over her, immediately alleviating the burning pain somewhat. However, the internal pain was intensifying.
After Beiming Han meticulously finished applying the ointment, he ordered, "Lay on the bed and spread your legs."
