Jian Qing nodded, glancing around but finding no trace of Snowball.
Oh, right, she suddenly remembered, when she returned to M Country, she had Snowball taken to the old Quan residence.
She massaged her temples, feeling thoroughly lethargic.
Suddenly, something dawned on her, and she looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
From the size and style, it was obviously men's clothing.
Last night, she seemed to vaguely remember someone giving her a bath and changing her clothes.
And knowing that man's possessive nature, there was no way he'd allow someone else to change her clothes.
So, there was only one conclusion— he was the one who had bathed her and changed her clothes.
"…"
This realization instantly left Jian Qing feeling unwell.
Goodness, waking up to such a "surprise", is this really okay?
When Quan Jingwu walked out with a tray, he saw her sprawled on the couch, her face buried in a cushion, seemingly suffocating herself.
