"Uh-huh, I got it! Go rest! I'll take care of this here!"
Gong Xiaoqiao finally managed to coax Han Yingnai to go to sleep, and then came into the room to look at Gu Hangshen, who was left hanging to one side.
Gu Hangshen's tightly pursed lips seemed to hold a hint of... uh, grievance.
How could that be? She must be seeing things, right?
Gong Xiaoqiao, enduring the pain in her foot, brought over a basin of hot water, then sat on the edge of the bed, wiped his hair first, which was difficult due to the rice grains sticking in it, so she carefully wiped off the porridge on his face first.
The bits that clung to his eyelashes were hard to wipe away, so Gong Xiaoqiao had no choice but to carefully dab them off with her fingers.
"Close your eyes for a second."
But Gu Hangshen didn't cooperate at all and brushed away her hand, turning his head away.
This time, what Gong Xiaoqiao felt wasn't indifference; this sensation, could it be...
