Su Ningyan looked into his aggrieved eyes, as if she had done something to upset him.
Zhuo Junyue could not help himself, he planted a kiss on her face, "Wait for me, I'll take a shower and be right back."
Under these circumstances, he wondered how long a cold shower he would need to take to resolve the issue at hand.
As Su Ningyan lay in bed, listening to the sound of the shower running from the bathroom, she felt a wave of emotion.
Who was Zhuo Junyue?
He was the heir to the Zhuo family fortune, worth tens of billions. He was always being served by others, when had he ever taken the initiative to serve others?
Yet, he had been so careful and gentle when wiping the marks off her body, not minding the smell on her at all.
He was careful not to touch her wounds, his expression while doing so was as if he was handling an atomic bomb.
Although she had narrowly escaped death this time, it felt great to be alive.
