Xiao Qian looked at him, her eyes deep and mysterious, and Yu Minglang's heart felt warm.
Xiao Qian knew that he was thinking about Wang Yafei's future, and sometimes her Xiao Qiang was really exploding with hormone-induced handsomeness.
After returning, what Yu Xiaoqiang did was self-evident.
Poor Xiao Qian applied ointment but the swelling didn't go down. A shameless man claimed he would turn Xiao Xiaoqiang into a doctor to apply ointment for her, but he ended up giggling while doing so.
The next day, when Xiao Qian woke up, it was already noon. The bed had cooled down, and he had left early.
Although he came and went in a hurry, Xiao Qian's mood this time was very different from her past life. She felt a little lost, but she also understood him more.
On the bedside table was a thermos of soup that he had prepared in advance, possibly to keep it from getting cold.
He took care of nearly every detail imaginable, and even wrote a note to her under the thermos.
