The green vein on Lu Yanzhi's forehead bulged out. He wanted to pull Su Qianxun away to clean up, however, Su Qianxun hugged him tightly and refused to let go.
Dirty vomit had both covered them.
Lu Yanzhi had the instinct to punch someone.
He forcefully pried open Su Qianxun's hands. Although his face did not look well—there was a look of unwillingness—he still took off Su Qianxun's clothes gently.
From the start to the end, Lu Yanzhi kept a calm and indifferent demeanor as though he was unconcerned.
Once he stuffed Su Qianxun into the blankets, he walked into the bathroom to bathe.
The flowing water was hot and flowed through the taut and robust muscles of his body. The sound of splashing water was just by his ears and Lu Yanzhi closed his eyes, his mind filled with the image of her beautiful body.