Shi Su didn't even have the chance to refuse before she was carried through the door.
When she came back just now, she still had quite a bit of rainwater on her from the wind, but Jing Jihan seemed oblivious, directly placing her on the bed. He then noticed the light sweat on her cheeks and went to the bathroom to wet a towel.
While the man was wiping her face, Shi Su lay on the bed, gasping in pain, yet she still lifted her hand to grab the towel: "Let me do it myself..."
"Move your hand." The man's tone brooked no argument, full of authority.
Shi Su was silent for a moment; the pain was truly beyond her ability to pretend to be strong. Lying there, stretching out helped her feel a little more comfortable. She slowly let go of her hand, not moving anymore, allowing the pain to sweep through her nerves, and allowing the man to wipe off most of the rainwater from her face, neck, and body.
