But he still couldn't help being angry!
Helpless, Gu Qingxin hadn't quarreled with him for a long time. Their current state was causing her great discomfort.
Yet, she didn't know what to do to keep him from getting angry.
After finishing a bowl of soup, Gu Qingxin put the bowl aside, preparing to get down from the bed to apologize sincerely to him, but Beiming Han suddenly stood up, so she sat back down.
Beiming Han sat down at the side of the bed, picked up the ointment from the bedside table, twisted open the cap, squeezed some out, and began applying it to her delicate face.
His actions were somewhat rough, causing some pain to her.
"Ah Han, it hurts." Gu Qingxin couldn't help but complain.
"You know it hurts?" Beiming Han looked at her displeasedly, his face was eerily ashen.
"..."
