Luo Ke looked at her pale face, busy helping her pat her back, wipe her face, and hold the water, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
After a while, Luo Xiaoqian finally stopped vomiting, walked to the washroom and washed her face before straightening up.
Raising her face, she looked at Luo Ke who stood beside her, frowning with concern as he looked at her. Suddenly, she had a fleeting illusion that this scene seemed familiar.
Luo Ke handed over a tissue, "Are you okay?"
Seeing him take the tissue, she cooperatively lifted her face, the action entirely out of habit.
In the past, whenever she was with Leng Zimo, he would always help her wipe her face.
Seeing her like this, Luo Ke was slightly taken aback, then realized, lifting his left hand to gently hold her chin, he tenderly used his right hand to wipe the water from her face.
This was the most intimate thing he had done with her since knowing her.
