Seeing her leave the room, he exchanged a glance with Xiao Yishan.
Xiao Yishan nodded at him, "Fourth Brother, we didn't do anything wrong."
Both of them fell silent at the same time.
Su Qingyue was very tired. She fetched a basin of cold water back to the master bedroom and placed it on the table. She twisted a towel and used it to wipe Xiao Qinghe's face.
Lying down, Xiao Qinghe's clear and calm eyes looked at her sitting beside the bed, "You've had a hard time."
She shook her head slightly, "Are you feeling better?"
"Still very uncomfortable..." He dared not say he was better, afraid she would go back to the secondary bedroom.
"I'll stay here with you." She gestured for him to turn over, "You lie down, and I'll give you a massage."
As he was told, he struggled to turn over with the support of his arms.
She sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch his shoulders.
His shoulders were much thinner than Second Brother's, making her feel pity for him.
