No matter how much she kicked, hit, bit, or gnawed at him, he just held onto her without letting go, carried her up the stairs, placed her in the bathtub, and then turned on the faucet to help her rinse off. Perhaps it was the sense of safety brought by the water temperature, or perhaps because his hands were gently non-aggressive, Luo Xiaoqian gradually calmed down and fell asleep leaning on the bathtub.
Raising his hand, Leng Zimo brushed off the water droplets on her face and let out a long sigh.
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The next morning, when Luo Xiaoqian woke up, Leng Zimo was still asleep. After taking care of her and cleaning up the garage, he had almost collapsed into sleep at dawn.
Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes and saw a face that was both familiar and strange to her. Familiar because she saw it every day, strange because the current Leng Zimo bore no resemblance to the cold-hearted Tyrant of day-to-day life.
He was sleeping peacefully, that stunning face as beautiful as an Angel!
