If it weren't for the wound on her neck, Qin Yuji could well imagine the enchanting and amorous scene that would be unfolding in the bathroom at this very moment.
But now, one restraining himself and the other bashful, the bathroom was filled with a peculiar yet cozy atmosphere.
Chi Jingxuan's hands did not linger too long on Qin Yuji's curvaceous contours. Having applied the body wash, he took the shower head to rinse her off, and then, with a large towel, he dried her and carried her to bed.
He had Qin Yuji lie sideways on the edge of the bed and brought over a basin of water, washing her hair with gentle movements.
As she sat in front of the vanity, letting him blow-dry her hair with the hairdryer, all enchantment fled from Qin Yuji's heart, leaving only gratitude.
In this life, how fortunate was she?
