"Bai Qinghao…" she cried in surprise and instinctively reached out to embrace his neck.
He placed her down on the bed and moved to help her remove her shoes.
It seemed as though removing her shoes and socks for her was but a natural matter for him.
He was the powerful and respected Bai Qinghao. In this city, his presence was akin to that of an emperor.
Furthermore, he had a severe case of mysophobia.
To think that he would dote on her to this extent.
She hadn't done anything similar for him ever.
Exactly how deep were his feelings for her?
In her previous life, she already knew that he was willing to sacrifice his own life to protect her. Emotions welled up in Fang Xinxin's chest nearly suffocating her.
Bai Qinghao noticed her misty gaze. Concern appeared in his cold, stern gaze. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." She shook her head.
