That might have been the first time in his life that he cooked.
After dinner, Gu Qingxin wanted to wash the dishes, but Beiming Han stopped her. He cradled her into the bedroom. Gu Qingxin intended to wash up, but she firmly refused his offer to hold her.
"I only hurt my foot, not disabled. I can walk myself," Gu Qingxin dodged him with annoyance.
Beiming Han, "..."
After Gu Qingxin entered the bathroom, in her mind echoed the image of a man's disappointed gaze from being rejected.
Feeling a twist in her chest, she sighed helplessly, left the bathroom, and sat back on the bed under Beiming Han's puzzled gaze.
She held out her hand to him, "Carry me in!"
Beiming Han, "..."
Barely suppressing the upward curve of his lips, he picked her up and commented, "Childish!"
Gu Qingxin, "....."
Who exactly is the childish one!
After Beiming Han put her down, Gu Qingxin kicked him out. She took a bath, cleaned up, and came out to find Beiming Han on the balcony making a phone call.