The bathroom door closed.
Gu xichao did not put down the cup in his hand.
In this small space, the man's slender figure appeared even more tall and straight, as clear as a Cedar.
It could be clearly seen.
The tips of his ears were red, and his long eyelashes drooped, trembling twice.
His heart, which was originally as calm as an ancient well, was like a small stone being thrown into it because of those two words, creating circles of ripples.
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Jiang Ruan, who was outside the door, heaved a sigh of relief.
She tidied her hair, patted her slightly burning face, controlled her facial expression, and turned to open the door.
He saw the door open.
An Zhenzhen raised her head and sized up the woman in front of her. A trace of jealousy flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Jiang Ruan was dressed in a hospital gown, the buttons buttoned up neatly, revealing a fair and beautiful neck. His slightly thin figure made one's heart ache even more.