Lu Qian looked at Xia Qinglee, who had fallen asleep, and his eyes were filled with love. He couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead.
"Go to sleep. "
Lu Qian slowly picked Xia Qinglee up from the bath. He looked at her wet clothes and her curvy curves perfectly in front of his eyes.
He tightened his lower abdomen and quickly shifted his gaze away. He threw all his charming thoughts to the back of his mind.
Lu Qian took off all of her clothes, wiped off the water stains on her body, and put her on the bed. Seeing that she had calmed down but was still blushing, his heart skipped a beat.
His line of sight was suddenly grabbed by her injured little hand. Although it was no longer bleeding, the wound was very glaring.
He gently pried open her fingers and looked at the wound. Lu Qian felt as if he had been cut by a knife.