When his large palm gently landed on her head, softly patting it, at that moment, Chi Nuan truly felt the power of the "patting the head."
At that moment, she impulsively wanted to throw herself into his arms, wanted him to take good care of her.
But she... just smiled, stepped back a little, avoiding his hand, and responded: "Mm."
Lu Zhan looked at his palm, slowly withdrawing it, sighing quietly in his heart.
He knew she liked Jiang Feng in her heart, everything would take its time.
But his heart really ached.
What was so special about Jiang Feng that made her give so much?
"Do you want a glass of water?" Lu Zhan asked.
Chi Nuan nodded.
He got out of bed, walked to the table, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water, walked to the bedside and handed it to her, then sat down at the edge of the bed.
Chi Nuan took the water, took a few sips, wanted to get out of bed to put it back, Lu Zhan took her cup: "I'll put it back."
She said nothing.
