The child soon fell asleep, full and content, in Ruan Xiangyu's arms.
However, the fluid continued to drip, clearly still quite abundant.
The dripping fluid quickly soaked the front of her blouse.
"Miss Ruan, let me wipe that off for you."
Without really knowing what he was thinking, Dazhuang pulled out a tissue, moved closer, and started to wipe it for her.
But after one wipe, Dazhuang couldn't stop himself, his fingers unintentionally brushed against her soft, fair, and elastic skin.
By some unlucky chance, his finger just happened to touch the bud on Mi Tao.
In an instant, Dazhuang froze, and Ruan Xiangyu also froze.
Their gazes collided, as if time had solidified.
"Miss Ruan, I'm sorry, I..."
"It's... it's fine."
Ruan Xiangyu's face flushed with embarrassment, she hung her head and hurriedly adjusted her clothes.
"Master Dazhuang, actually, I... I came here specifically to see you."
"To see me?" Dazhuang was taken aback.
"What for?"
"I..."
