Qin Hao placed Han Meng on the bed and asked, "Meng, do you feel any better now?"
"It doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore," Han Meng replied softly, her cheeks flushed.
Qin Hao said, "After we eat, I'll help you remove the bandage to check. It should be fine now."
"Mmm, thank you, Xiao Hao."
Qin Hao smiled and said, "Everyone faces difficulties sometimes. Helping others is helping oneself. Meng, I'll go get some water to wash your face for you."
Han Meng's cheeks turned even redder at his words, and Qin Hao was already accustomed to her blushing at the drop of a hat.
He brought over a basin of warm water and a new towel and wiped Han Meng's face and hands.
After wiping her down, Qin Hao went to make breakfast.
He simply cooked some millet porridge and fried a few eggs.
After the meal, Han Qiaoer took the initiative to wash the dishes in the kitchen, while Qin Hao was having some trouble in the bedroom.