"How can you smoke when you have so many injuries?" Qiao Anhao chastised, throwing the cigarette into the ash tray. When she saw a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his other hand, she snatched then over without hesitation, throwing them into the rubbish bin.
Her actions were smooth and swift, and Lu Jinnian looked at her without any anger or blame.
After dealing with the smoke, she pulled him to the sofa.
Lu Jinnian looked down at her small hands that had grabbed him, his eyes turning gentle. Without any resistance, he followed her obediently like a lamb.
Qiao Anhao pointed to the sofa and instructed, "Sit."
She took an antiseptic towel and started to wipe her hands.
Lu Jinnian remained silent, sitting on the sofa obediently.
