His concern (7)

Su Wanwan seemed to have heard his voice. The anxiety in her heart was calmed down by that touch of gentleness. Her struggling movements also slowly stopped.

PEI Munian carefully tucked su Wanwan in, got up, walked into the bathroom, and brought out a basin of cold water. He put the towel in, wrung it dry, and then helped her wipe the thin sweat that seeped out of her forehead.

Su Wanwan's eyebrows had been tightly knitted, and her two beautiful eyebrows raised a small peak. What was she thinking about in her dream? This isn't safe, Wuwu.

PEI Munian's fingers unconsciously fell on her brows, and her fingertips gently caressed them, slowly smoothing them out.

Perhaps it was because PEI Munian's actions were filled with deep pity, su Wan's uneasiness seemed to have been driven away. The corners of her lips unconsciously rose, and a shallow smile bloomed on her quiet face.