Is this a dream?
It must be.
Before waking up, this man was either yelling at her or avoiding her as if she were a plague.
But...
If this really is a dream, then let her wake up a little later.
She greedily breathed in his refreshing scent, letting him wipe the milk stain from the corner of her lips.
Until Nie Yixiao withdrew his hand. "Sit down."
She snapped out of it and sat back on the bed.
Nie Yixiao placed a small tube of ointment on the edge of the bed. "Apply it yourself."
Qiao Yongyong glanced at the ointment and immediately understood what it was for.
Applying it there would help ease the pain.
She looked up at the man before her. "It's not necessary..."
Nie Yixiao's thin lips curved slightly. "You were crying from the pain last night, and now you can't even walk properly. Are you sure you don't need it?"
She caught the implication in his words. He had figured out it was her first time. Unconsciously, she muttered, "Who was crying from pain?"
