When Jiang Yexun returned to the room with the water prepared, he found Su Xiaoxiao already lying softly on the bed. Her misty eyes were half-open, looking at him. That hazy, wandering gaze made Jiang Yexun want to etch himself deeply into her eyes so that she would see only him forever.
However, since Jiang Yexun had been standing there in a daze for a while, Su Xiaoxiao impatiently kicked her little legs. Though she didn't say anything, her soft, sweet grumbling made Jiang Yexun immediately surrender.
Hurriedly, he brought the basin over, squatted down beside her, and gently placed the warm towel on her face, rubbing it slightly. Even though he wasn't using much strength, the girl was still dissatisfied and brushed his hand away.
"It hurts…" Su Xiaoxiao pouted and whimpered. The soft, lilting end of her words hooked upwards like a little hook, almost melting Jiang Yexun's heart.