"Alright." Qin Ruohan stood up and stretched out his long arm. He suddenly put his arms around Ye Caitang's slender waist and carried her off the bed before setting her on the floor.
"You can go wash up now."
As Ye Caitang recalled Qin Ruohan's actions just now, her beautiful face could not help but turn red. "…"
Damn it!
Qin the Satan was so good-looking and knew how to take care of girls. He was simply to-die-for.
What should she do? She suddenly wanted to jump Satan's bones.
Ye Caitang secretly glanced at Qin Ruohan's breathtakingly handsome face, and aristocratic yet cold appearance.
No, she was a lady and needed to be reserved.
Moreover, her arms were crippled now. Even if she had the intention, she didn't have the hands!
Cough, cough… Most importantly, she did not have the guts to do so.