An Yiqing didn't speak, just nodded with a smile.
Just like that, in the quiet living room under the warm yellow light, An Yiqing and Gu Yelin held each other tightly for a long time.
"Ah Lin, does your hand still hurt?"
An Yiqing reached out to touch Gu Yelin's hand wrapped in bandages, a look of distress flashing in her eyes.
"Silly girl, it's just a little injury. But there's something I need you to do for me."
Looking at An Yiqing's puzzled big eyes, dark tides surged in Gu Yelin's black eyes. His thin red lips parted slightly, his voice was low and pleasing, making it irresistible.
"Tutu, you need to help me take a bath."
An Yiqing's face turned red in an instant, a rush of heat quickly overwhelmed her mind, her entire face was like a small tomato, constantly emitting steam.
"Tutu, my hand can't get wet, do you want me to stink to death these days?" Gu Yelin's eyes were smiling, but his tone was extremely aggrieved.
