Upon entering, Qu Tan'er saw Mo Liancheng already standing by the bed waiting for her.
"Prince, you should wash your face."
Then, Qu Tan'er placed the wooden basin she was holding onto the table, smiled lightly, and patiently waited for his response.
"Mm." Mo Liancheng replied indifferently, directly placing his hands into the basin, taking out the towel, wringing it, and covering his face with it.
After washing, he still didn't utter a single word.
"..." Qu Tan'er looked in disbelief, then glanced at the basin she had personally brought over, "Isn't it too hot?"
"It's fine, the temperature is just right."
Just right?
Judging by the steam rising from the basin, he said the temperature was just right?
