Dong Huiying chuckled softly, patting his head, "You all..." Always so startled, she didn't know whether to say they were too sensitive or too self-important?
They couldn't even handle the slightest disturbance.
Yixuan went to prepare breakfast, Shujun brought a basin of water for washing her face. He personally helped her dress, then helped her wash her face. Finally, she sat cross-legged on the bed, Shujun kneeled on one leg on the bed, with the other leg hanging down, holding a comb as he smoothed her long hair.
She had lost a lot of hair, yet Shujun remained expressionless as he rolled the fallen strands into a pile and tucked them into his sleeve. After tidying her up, he turned to her with a charming smile, lifted her face, and kissed her deeply on the lips...
