C25 (1/2)

Her influence on him was growing stronger and stronger.

God only knew that when he heard what Qin Guan had done to her, he had actually felt the urge to kill.

As for the sleeping Qiao Chunan, he didn't dream of making things awkward for a month and instead thought of that young man.

That tender youth who was like the warm sun, the one who caused her to lose her pain.

The wrinkles on her forehead had also calmed down a lot. There was even a hint of a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth …

The weather in the early spring was rather cold. The door to the ward's window was slightly open, and the fluttering curtains let in the sunlight.

When the sun shone on his creamy face, his fine fur was glowing slightly with a golden light.

His pair of obsidian eyes slightly opened, and he surveyed his surroundings like a small beast.

With the warmth of spring on his palms, Qiao Chuan's fingers moved. When he saw the thin chair by the bed, he was unable to suppress the pressure on his face.

Jojouan reached out for the object beside the bed, and his hand slipped out of the thin handlebar.

Sensing the movements in his hands, the thin Xiu Nan suddenly opened his eyes.

”You're awake?” The voice was somewhat quiet and hoarse, and the expression on his face was still as indifferent as before. He didn't seem like someone who would accompany the bed.

”You want some water?” He stood up and took the cup from her. He poured her a cup of hot water he had prepared for her.

Then he helped her up and held the pillow against her back to make her comfortable.

Qiao Chun An held the glass. The water wasn't too hot, and through the glass, it was just enough to warm his hands. He was feeling a complicated feeling, so he didn't look at the emaciated face.

”Thank you for yesterday.” After taking a few sips of water, he thought about how he was in a bad mood and had a slight blush on his face.

”Also, I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have caused you to lose your temper.”

After passing the cup of water to Qiao Chunan, he sat back down on the stool. His expression was still indifferent, but his gaze landed on Qiao Chunan's face for a moment. ”No problem. It's easy to understand why someone is in a bad mood.”

”Were you here yesterday?” Glancing at the dark blue eyes of the thin cultivator, a warm feeling flashed across Qiao Chuan's heart. She had never received such treatment to have someone wait on her when she was sick.

What she did not expect, however, was that the man who had accompanied her to her bed was a man who had mended a little.

”What happened to your injury?” ”The doctor said you had a fever caused by an inflammation of your hand, and a slight concussion.”

”Ah?” I stumbled. ” When Qiao Chu An said this, his expression was evasive. He couldn't help but think back to the events of the night before.

”Is that so?” The smile on the emaciated face eased, his lips pursed slightly, his eyelids half closed, his gaze falling on Qiao Chunan's face. ”I thought something happened to you.”

Hearing this, Qiao Chuan An bit his lip and smiled. ”How could I? What could have happened to me?”

”Seeing that you've woken up, it should be fine.” He got up, took off his clothes from the chair, and placed it on his hand, ”Then, I'll be leaving first.”

”Mr. Bo,” Jojouan called as he was about to leave the room, ”thank you very much for yesterday.”

”Then take good care of yourself.” He placed his hand on the door handle and paused for a moment. Hearing Qiao Chuan An's words, he responded with a light laugh and left the room without turning back.

Qiao Chunan watched as the slender figure of the thin cultivator disappeared from the door. He then let out a soft sigh.

Did she fail to live up to the kind intentions of the thin shaman?