" Bada." The door was opened and Su Ruowan jumped in shock. Her entire body trembled. Jing Muchen walked in wearing a navy blue bathrobe. His hair was still wet and he must have just taken a shower.
"You're awake?" His deep voice carried a hint of gentleness as he asked.
Su Ruowan retracted her arm and once again wrapped herself up like a silkworm baby. She lowered her head and unconsciously frowned.
"Does it still hurt?" Jing Muchen's low and hoarse voice suddenly approached.
She didn't know when, but he had already walked to the side of the bed and was looking down at her. When he spoke, his warm breath came over, and together with the pleasant smell of men's perfume on his body, it outlined her body and mind.
"Uhh." Su Ruowan opened her mouth with difficulty. Her face was so red that even her ears were burning.