Qian looked at him, her gaze deep and profound, while warmth filled Yu Minglang's heart.
Qian knew he was pondering Wang Yafei's future, and sometimes her Xiaoqiang could really be overwhelmingly attractive.
After going back, it's obvious what Yu Xiaoqiang did.
Poor Qian applied ointment but the swelling wouldn't go down, and the shameless man claimed he wanted to turn Qiang into a doctor to apply medicine, but just kept applying till nothing more could be done.
When Qian woke up the next day, it was already noon, and beside her the spot was cold; he had left long ago.
Coming and going in a hurry, but Qian's mood was completely different from before, although she felt a bit lost, she mostly understood him.
There was still soup he had ordered in advance on the bedside, he even used an insulated pot, maybe fearing it would get cold.
He had taken care of almost every imaginable detail, with a handwritten note pressed under the pot.
