After walking back to the villa with Tang Qianrong, An Jingxing returned to his previous room, his head still a little dizzy.
The wound on her back no longer hurt so much, and she felt sticky and uncomfortable. She wanted to take a bath. Unexpectedly, she took off her clothes and went in to wash, only to realize that she didn't bring a bath towel.
In addition, some water would seep into the wound during the shower, so she hurriedly rushed out and ran out. Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she saw a man standing in the room, with an upright posture and a medical box in his hand.
His deep eyes happened to hit her, and a dark fire flashed under his eyes.
An Jingxing was startled. When he came to his senses, he felt a chill all over his body. By the time he came to his senses and went to get a bath towel from the sofa next to him, his whole body had probably already been looked at.
"Don't get water on your wound." She finally wrapped herself in a bath towel, and a man's low, magnetic voice came from behind her, which seemed to be a little angry.
"I feel uncomfortable so..." An Jingxing said casually. Although she was a little shy, she didn't act too overly.
After all, I've even set the price, so isn't it too fake to pretend to be innocent in front of this man? I am his person to begin with, and I'm still afraid that others will take a look at her even after I've slept with him?
"Do you really like not taking your body seriously?" The man's voice rose a little higher, and he seemed to be even more unhappy.
But Tang Qianrong's unhappiness made her feel a little strange. She was just taking a bath and could only change a piece of gauze. Why was he angry there?
An Jingxing stood not far from Tang Qianrong wiping her hair. Looking at her back, Tang Qianrong couldn't help but think of the time in Bicheng when this little woman stubbornly left the house she arranged.
She is the same, she suffers all the pain alone, and even if she dies, she is unwilling to bow her head and ask for help from others.
"This is my body, I know it myself."
Hearing the stubbornness in her words, Tang Qianrong's expression darkened and he said nothing.
An Jingxing couldn't help but feel a little strange after hearing that there was no movement in the room for a long time. When she looked back, she saw Tang Qianrong walking behind her at some point, his brows furrowed, showing that he was unhappy.
Seeing that he was unhappy, An Jingxing didn't want to argue with him any more. He clenched his towel tightly and covered his hair before going to get the hair dryer.
However, water seeped into the wound on her back, which was already quite painful. Now that the gauze was soaked with water, the wound started to hurt a little. She did not want to complain about the pain in front of Tang Qianrong, so she frowned and endured it.
An Jingxing lost a lot of weight after giving birth. During the ten months of pregnancy, she was still plump, and now her face is no more than the size of a palm.
Tang Qianrong looked distressed. Without thinking, he picked up the hair dryer before her, plugged it into the plug, and said something to her.
"Sit down and let me blow you."
Hearing Tang Qianrong's words, An Jingxing was stunned for a moment. When she realized what she was doing, she was already sitting on the sofa, with the man sitting behind her, and a faint smell of cologne surrounded her.
She felt his warm fingertips remove the gauze from her wound and disinfected it with alcohol before picking up the hair dryer and drying her hair.
He turned on the wind at a moderate temperature, and was very careful in order to prevent water from dripping on her wounds.
