Linfeng carried Xiong Zhi to his old room below the rooftop.
The woman in his arms had already fallen asleep.
Because she was tired of yesterday night's activity, the emotional upheaval earlier, and the relief of finally telling the secret of her past life to her most beloved person, she had fallen asleep deeply.
Linfeng watched the soundly sleeping woman on his bed. Her eyes and nose were red and slightly swollen. He felt distressed.
Silently, he stood up, went down to get a cold compress, and returned to the room.
He covered it with a thick towel and put it on her eyes gently.
The sleeping woman squirmed uncomfortably, feeling the coolness.
Without taking off the compress, Linfeng patted Xiong Zhi gently to soothe her. If he left her eyes like this, his Zhi'er would have trouble waking up comfortably tomorrow. Her eyes would become puffy and she would be uncomfortable the whole day.
