Gu Yan glanced at Fu Tingyu, who was clearing up the dishes, his exquisite hands that were used to dance on the black and white piano keyboard, were now doing the maid's job.
Was this a way to define sweet sacrifices?
He looked at Qin Shu, who was on the bed. "How are you feeling after waking up?"
Qin Shu thought for a while and felt that her body was fine, she said, "Other than a slight headache, everything else is fine."
Fu Tingyu stopped clearing up the dishes and recalled the girl's behavior before she woke up, he turned and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say that your body is fine?"
Qin Shu blinked her eyes innocently. "I was afraid that you would worry, but now my head doesn't hurt as much."
Looking at the girl's innocent look, the man couldn't help but soften his heart. "There won't be a next time."
Qin Shu nodded obediently. "Yes, yes."
Only then did the man walk out with the bowl and chopsticks.
