Quan Hanting carried Shen Wan to the guest room, placed her on the bed, and then headed straight to the bathroom.
Soon, there was a series of clattering sounds mixed with the sound of running water.
In fact, Shen Wan still couldn't figure out why this man insisted on taking care of her as if she were disabled when the injury was on her hand and not her foot.
"I just want to hold you..."
For some reason, this sentence suddenly popped into her mind.
Shen Wan raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her own reaction, but this was not a good sign.
"Come here." Quan Hanting half emerged from the bathroom, beckoning her over.
Shen Wan got up and walked over.
"The water temperature is just right for washing your face."
"Oh." She was about to reach out but was suddenly stopped by him. "Aren't I supposed to wash my face?"
"I'll help you."
"Huh?"
