"It doesn't hurt, that's good," he sighed with relief, and when he got up, his arms and thighs felt a bit sore and numb from maintaining the same position for so long.
Although he didn't say it, his slightly stiff movements did not escape Mo Ran's notice.
Gu Yixuan, who got up early in the morning, had his hair in a tousled mess, which lent him a harmless, boyish charm, entirely different from his usual, sharply put-together appearance.
Only the woman who slept with him would get to see him like this. With that thought, Mo Ran averted her gaze and also got up from the bed. She went into the bathroom to freshen up, and Gu Yixuan followed her in.
"The doctor said you can't get your hand wet or touch anything, how are you going to clean up?" he asked with an arched eyebrow from behind her.
Mo Ran was taken aback. Yes, how was she going to clean up?
