Mo Xiuchen did not give her the bag, his gaze heavy as he looked at her. There was an intimidating sternness in the tone of his questioning.
A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Ran's eyes. Understanding that he cared for her, a warmth surged in her heart. She smiled and cheerfully said, "I used warm water, not cold water."
Whether it was her explanation or her bright smile, Mo Xiuchen finally eased his stern expression, no longer pretending to be unapproachable.
After gazing at her for a moment, he finally handed her the bag. His voice, although not gentle, was clear and soothing, "Go change."
Wen Ran took the bag from his hands, said a cheerful "thank you," and headed to the washroom with her things.
In the washroom, Wen Ran opened the bag and was momentarily stunned to see the sanitary pads were her usual brand. She quickly dismissed the thought, assuming it a coincidence. It was impossible he knew her preference.
