"Chengxun..." Wen Meimei's face flushed, and she didn't dare to call out to him loudly, "Can you come in for a moment?"
After such a tragic incident last night, there was no point in being coy anymore, and for the next five years, she would belong entirely to this man, well, let him have his fill of looking.
When Qiao Chengxun entered the room and saw the girl's curled up body, he quickly understood why she wanted him to come in.
Without asking, he went straight to help her, while saying, "Rest at home for the next few days. I have asked for leave from school for you. There's no rush about the competition; I've spoken to Mrs. Jiang. She will come to teach you at home on time every day until you are healed."
Wen Meimei: "..."
Why has Qiao, the King of Hell, suddenly become so nice to her, and how is she supposed to get used to it?
"Um... why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"
"Isn't this my duty as a husband?"