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Seeing her face was a bit dirty, he fetched some hot water and carefully wiped her face clean with a towel, then applied medicine to her wounds.
Actually, Mai Xiaomai had awakened when he laid her on the bed.
However, she didn't want to wake up, so she continued to pretend to sleep, feeling the tenderness of him removing her shoes and socks and covering her with the blanket. Her heart was so touched that it felt like a torrential downpour.
She hadn't expected him to wash her face and apply medicine for her.
The level of care was comparable to her parents, perhaps even better.
In the past, when she was sick, her mother would wash her face in this manner, but inevitably, she would grumble while doing so.
Qiao Chutian, on the other hand, didn't make a single peep.
Such warmth, such kindness!
