The words are true, but when it comes to actually doing it, how could one really feel embarrassed?
Huo Jingting looked up, and Gu Nanqiao sensed his gaze, tightening her grip on the blanket.
The postpartum nurse went over and helped her wipe the sweat off her face, "I've tended to many mothers and have plenty of experience, rest assured."
Huo Jingting knew she was shy and sometimes found it difficult to face him, let alone a stranger.
He handed the baby to the nurse and then took the towel from her hand, "Let me help clean the wound."
Gu Nanqiao's face instantly flushed red, and she instinctively refused, "No need... I can do it myself."
Huo Jingting ignored her discomfort and instructed the nurse, "You go out with the baby first, if she cries later, give her some formula."
"Okay." The nurse nodded, carrying the baby and turning to leave.
Huo Jingting wrung the water from the towel before sitting down at the edge of the bed.
