After much effort, Mu Anran finally finished the task.
Although she still subconsciously avoided Xiao Xiaoqian, she had nevertheless given other areas a thorough cleaning.
"Phew—"
Exhaling deeply, Mu Anran finally relaxed.
Looking up, she glanced at Yu Lingqian, who maintained the same position as before.
She suddenly felt a twinge of guilt: he was still a patient, after all. Was she being cruel to him?
Biting her lip gently, she reached out and removed the towel from his head.
With this movement, she saw the faintly pulsing vein on his forehead, along with beads of sweat.
Those black eyes were no longer as calm as before; turbulence swirled within them, as if they were ready to devour her.
Sexy, handsome, with a restrained abstinence and a full sense of danger.
Like... like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time, suddenly seeing a tempting prey.
Mu Anran's heart "thumped" wildly, feeling as if she could be sucked into his imperious gaze at any moment.
