'Fine. Since he's helping me, I would do something for him.'
Qiao Ruoxi got some hot water and wiped Feng Yunan's body.
The man's figure was simply too good. His chest was firm and his muscles were well-defined. His bronze skin exuded an irresistible wildness and charm.
Whoosh!
By the time she finished wiping her body, her face had already turned red.
She quickly found a man's bathrobe in the closet and quickly wrapped him up.
The man was still frowning and he looked very uncomfortable. In order to prevent him from vomiting again, Qiao Ruoxi deliberately went down to the kitchen to make hangover soup.
After feeding the man the soup, Qiao Ruoxi stood up with the bowl of soup when her frown eased up.
But the hand that suddenly reached out…
Qiao Ruoxi was shocked. She turned to look at the man and heard him muttering, "Ke'er, don't go…"
Sigh…
'He's treating me as Wen Ke'er again!'
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