Xiao Yunjing's heart lurched in shock. How can there be so much blood? He spun around abruptly.
"You—"
Gu Qingli was holding the trousers she had just changed out of, and being seen by Xiao Yunjing so suddenly made her feel utterly mortified.
Xiao Yunjing, however, seemed unfazed. He strode over in a few steps, snatched the trousers from her hand, placed them on a stool, and then gently pushed her back into bed. "Don't get up today. I'll wash these."
Gu Qingli's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out as she glared at him. Ms. Jiang would scold me to death if she saw him washing this, she thought.
She whispered, "No need, I can wash them myself."
In both her past and present lives, Xiao Yunjing was the first man to offer to wash her soiled trousers.
What is this feeling? Gu Qingli wondered, a strange emotion stirring within her.
