I Won't Regret It

After a while, her wet hair was half-dried. The man put away the hairdryer and Feng Qing secretly opened her eyes. Her crystal clear beautiful eyes were carefully fixed on the man. The man was special. The wound under his left rib had already healed. However, this man's figure was too good. The muscles on his abdomen were one after another, and the outline was too tempting. Feng Qing swallowed her saliva and tried her best not to let the man notice her small movements.

Feng Qing raised her hand and gently touched the man's wound. The man's hand that was holding the hairdryer froze. After observing the man's wound at such a close distance and confirming that there was no problem with the wound, Feng Qing was relieved.

"Eh, that's strange. You were clearly seriously injured yesterday and your body was so weak. Why are you acting like nothing happened today?" Feng Qing asked strangely.

Xie Jiuhan : "…"