Hearing the guilt in his voice, Qiao Ran's heart softened.
Honestly, she felt that this kind of thing, so normal between people, didn't need to be taken so seriously by her.
The way he tried to please her, to make her feel comfortable both physically and emotionally, wasn't lost on her.
Qiao Ran lifted the blanket, turned around, and hugged Han Mo, planting a light kiss on his lips before burying her head into his chest.
"I... I... feel fine. Do you want me to help—"
"No need. I'll handle it myself." Han Mo gently stroked Qiao Ran's hair a few times before getting up and walking to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
A few minutes later, along with the sound of water, came the suppressed, low breaths of a man.
Qiao Ran pulled the blanket over her face and ears, not daring to listen any longer.
Her heart was engulfed by a mix of complex emotions, but the most prominent ones were happiness and gratitude.