After a long time.
Leng Zimo, panting, took a tissue to wipe the stains off her small hands, took a blanket to wrap her body, carried her to the bathroom, and placed her on the sink. He carefully washed her small hands with warm water and dried them with a towel.
Only then did he look at her face with a serious expression, "What on earth happened?!"
As soon as she came back, she actively got close to him and deliberately asked such questions. There was no need to guess; he knew she must have done something she felt guilty about.
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face like a child who had done something wrong, "Zimo, I'm sorry."
Leng Zimo frowned, looking at her with concern, "Are you trying to drive me crazy?!"
Raising her face, her eyes slyly checked his expression, Luo Xiaoqian quietly asked, "Does what you just said still count?"
"I promise, no matter what you've done, I won't get angry, I won't lose my temper... Can you say now?!"
