Lu Jinghan's dark eyes radiated a deep affection, as mesmerizing as the stars in the sky.
He looked at Han Xi, suddenly remembering that this girl was carrying the Little Bun, and he raised his hand to pinch his brow: "I'll go take a cold shower, and I'll be back shortly."
Han Xi bit her lip, feeling as if a blaze ignited in her heart. She grabbed Lu Jinghan's hand and blushingly said, "... It should be fine, right?".
Han Xi's face turned as red as a ripe cherry, and she shyly lowered her eyes.
The last bit of sanity in Lu Jinghan's mind had vanished, the deep emotion in his eyes so strong that one could fall for it with just a glance.
Out of concern for not harming the Little Bun, Lu Jinghan had always been very careful, not daring to act recklessly.
Ten minutes later, Han Xi leaned against Lu Jinghan's chest, breathing heavily: "Carry me to take a bath."
She was now completely drained of energy, her hair dampened by sweat hanging down.
"Okay."
