Because she was rubbing too hard, her skin was already bruised, but she still seemed to have no intuition and continued to increase her strength, as if in this way, the pain in her heart could be reduced.
But no matter what, the shadow deep in my heart never goes away.
"Ugh..." Mu Yiman finally couldn't bear it and cried out, but because she was afraid that Qian Zihan would be worried when she heard it, she lowered her voice and sobbed softly.
…
I don’t know how much time passed, but Qian Zihan was almost impatient with waiting. The little woman showed no signs of thinking about what she was doing in there. She would take such a long time to take a bath. Did she want to shed a layer of skin in the bath?
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Or maybe she fell asleep inside, or she couldn't think of anything and did something stupid? Thinking of the latter, Qian Zihan broke out in a cold sweat, couldn't hold it in any longer, stood up directly, and strode over.
Opening the door, he saw the little figure leaning over the bathtub at a glance. Fortunately, there was no blood, and she didn't do anything stupid out of sheer imagination, but the slight twitching of her shoulders reminded her of the fact that she was there.
cry!
Qian Zihan's face was terrifyingly gloomy, but he didn't say a word. He walked over and picked her up from the bathtub. Sure enough, he saw her eyes were red from crying and her face was full of tears. Not only that,
Her originally white and shiny skin was now bruised and bruised, and he immediately understood what had happened.
"Why are you getting dirtier and dirtier after taking a shower? Why are you crying like a little cat?" Qian Zihan remained calm, as if he didn't see anything.
"Han, I..."
"You don't need to say it. I said that I don't like women who cry. Look at you now, tsk tsk, you cry so ugly!" He picked up the clean water and washed her face. From the beginning to the end, Qian
Zi Han's voice was as gentle as water, and there was no hint of impatience on his face.
After carefully wiping her face and washing her soft waist-length hair, Qian Zihan picked her up from the pool, took the towel next to her and wrapped her up, then walked out of the bathroom directly.
Then he carefully placed her on the soft big bed.
It was only then that Mu Yiman came to her senses. Thinking of everything he had done for her just now, her little face was stained with a faint blush.
…
It was late at night, with only the bedside lamp emitting a faint halo. Even in the middle of summer, Mu Yiman would not feel the heat at all, because someone's embrace was her natural refrigerant, and it still smelled sweet.
"Xiao Man, don't think about those things anymore. Just remember that no matter what happens, I will be by your side, so don't be sad anymore, okay?"
"I understand, Han, thank you..." With her little head buried in his fragrant embrace, Mu Yiman felt what solidity and security were. She was afraid that she would never know it until she died.
Forgot this warm embrace for her.
"Silly girl, why are you so polite to me? You are my woman, and I should care about you!" To be so polite to him, it seems that she still doesn't have the consciousness to be his woman.
"Are we really going back to China tomorrow?"
"Of course, do you still want to stay in this smoky place?"
"I don't want to, I don't want to at all..." She wished she could leave here now. She had only been here a few days, but so many things had happened. She really regretted coming here.
"Well, have a good rest. We will return to China early tomorrow morning!" Qian Zihan hugged her tighter and comforted her softly.
It was late at night, and the two figures cuddled together fell asleep peacefully. Everything has passed, right?