"Luo Qianqian, are you sleeping in the bathtub?" Qin Nuan had wrapped all the gifts and still hadn't seen Luo Qianqian come out, so she asked worriedly.
From the bathroom, Luo Qianqian said, "Nuannuan, come in first."
Fearing she would mess up the neatly piled gift bags on the floor and not know what was inside, Qin Nuan carefully stepped over a pile of things, opened the bathroom door, and saw Luo Qianqian, her hair still dripping, half wrapped in a towel and looking at the mirror, she burst out laughing, "What? Admiring your own beauty, wallowing in self-pity?"
With a frown and her back to Qin Nuan, Luo Qianqian's voice carried disbelief, "Look, is there no wound at all?"
