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Her big eyes were full of doubt.

Wenren Chen stared into those clear eyes, his gaze filled with confusion. He moved his fingertip and said, "Don't move."

After saying that, he let go of her small hand, took a clean towel, and turned on the tap.

Zhou Yi saw his actions and understood.

The husband was still worried about her, so he had to get her ready before he could go wash up and rest.

Zhou Yi smiled and opened her lips: "Sir, I'm really fine. You go and wash up and rest. I can do it myself."

As she spoke, Zhou Yi reached for the towel in his hand.

But as soon as she reached out her hand, Wenren Chen grabbed it and wiped her palm with a wet towel.

Her palms were covered in blood, a bright red stain that instantly turned a white towel red when wiped.

Even with constant rinsing with water, the bloodstains on the towel couldn't be washed away immediately.

Wenren Chen stared at the blood-red color, wiping her fingers with increasingly slower and gentler movements.

Zhou Yi was stunned.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her grandmother, no one else had ever held her hands and washed them like this.

The gentleman is the second one.

At that moment, she was stunned and forgot what she was supposed to do.

The water washed away the blood from Zhou Yi's hands, and as she wiped them with the towel, the blood gradually disappeared, revealing her original milky white skin.

The water was cold, the towel was cold, and her fingers became cold after washing them, losing their soft, warm feeling.

Wenren Chen turned the tap to the other side to let the hot water flow out, and rinsed her fingers under the tap until they were warm. Only then did he let go of her hands, wring out a towel and dry them.

Zhou Yi snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "Sir, I'm done washing up. You can go and rest now."

She went to get the towel again, but couldn't move it.

Wenren Chen took a towel and wiped her palms, the backs of her hands, and her fingers one by one until all ten of her slender fingers were dry and not a single drop of water remained. Only then did he put her hands down and wash the towel.

He washed the towel clean and put it aside, then took another clean towel, wet it under the tap, wrung it out, and looked at the person staring blankly at him.

Her little face was blank, filled with doubt and confusion. She didn't know what his actions meant and was very puzzled.

Although she didn't know this, she was very obedient and stood in front of him without moving.

Wenren Chen looked at her face, his gaze lingering on her small, upturned nose.

Blood was all over his nose, and the tissues were stained red with blood, turning from white to red and no longer resembling their original color.

He put the towel aside, picked up a clean tissue again, folded it, rolled it up as before, and then looked at the tissue stained with blood. After a few breaths, he said, "I'm afraid of hurting you, you can change it yourself."

After saying that, he handed her the rolled-up tissue.

He wanted to change her clothes, but he was afraid he might hurt her if he didn't control his strength properly.

Hearing this, Zhou Yi snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Sir, I'll change it myself."

After saying that, she took the rolled-up tissue from his hand, then went to the trash can, bent down, and took the tissue out of her nose.

Because it had been a while, the blood in my nose had partially congealed. As I took out the tissue, two strands of blood clots were pulled out.

Even though Zhou Yi had her back to Wenren Chen, Wenren Chen still saw her.

At this moment, those deep eyes darkened.

Zhou Yi threw the old tissues into the trash can and stuffed the new tissues into her nose.

After stuffing it in, she quickly tilted her head back.

Because as the tissue was removed, the blood started flowing out again.

Wenren Chen looked at the person who was looking up again, took a towel and came over. He put one arm around her waist and let her lean against his chest, while using the other hand to wipe the blood from her nose and lips.

As he made this movement, Zhou Yi subconsciously looked at him, about to move as well.

He whispered, "Don't move."

"..."

Upon hearing his words, Zhou Yi immediately stopped moving, maintaining her tilted-up face and remaining motionless against his chest.

Wenren Chen wiped the blood from her lips and nose, and the wiping motion was even lighter than when he wiped her hands before, as light as a feather.

Zhou Yi felt itchy.

She tried to hold back for a moment, but she couldn't, and she lowered her head and said, "Ache!"

I sneezed really hard.

Wenren Chen's arm was still around her waist, and with her sneeze, he tightened his grip on her waist.

"uncomfortable?"

He looked at her face; her cheeks were flushed from sneezing.

She tried to sniff, but because her nose was stuffed with tissues, she could only open her lips and sniff twice before shaking her head at him: "No, sir, I'm just a little itchy."

She said it somewhat shyly.

Hearing her words, he paused for a moment, then said, "Shall I use a little more force?"

After all, he was a grown man, not a sissy. Wenren Chen had never done such a small thing before. He only knew that he was afraid of hurting her, so he moved very gently, but he didn't know that being too gentle was not good either.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Zhou smiled and said, "Sir, I'm not in pain."

"You don't have to worry."

"I can do it myself. I'll wipe it in front of the mirror, it'll be quick."

By now, Zhou Yi probably understood what her husband was thinking.

I'm afraid the gentleman is blaming himself, just like my brother.

Tonight's situation was indeed unexpected by everyone, and in the gentleman's heart, he also bears some responsibility.

Wenren Chen looked at the smile on her face; there was no pain, no sign of strain. She seemed to be genuinely not in pain.

He said, "Hmm."

Wash the blood-stained towel under the tap, wring it dry, and then give it to her.

I wanted to wipe her face, but I couldn't do it properly, and it made her feel even worse.

He couldn't wipe it for her.

He stood guard nearby.

Zhou Yi took the towel and smiled at him, "Thank you, sir."

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhou Yi looked at her face, and what she saw made her freeze.

To be precise, I was startled.

Her lips, chin, and nose were covered in blood, all of it congealed, as if she had drunk a mouthful of blood from a bowl of blood; it was a horrifying sight.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yi was startled.

No wonder.

No wonder you are so different, sir.

The man was frightened by her.

Immediately, Zhou Yi picked up a towel to wipe the blood from her lips and nose.

We can't leave it like this. If the master sees it like this, I don't know what he'll do if my brother comes back and sees it.

Knowing that Qin Shi had been gone for a while, and fearing that Qin Shi would see it when he returned, Zhou Yi hurriedly wiped the cloth, which was quite forceful compared to Wenren Chen's light-as-a-feather movements.

Because of this force, she felt pain.

After all, it was caused by a collision that drew blood, so rubbing it so hard must have hurt.

But the blood has clotted, so you have to use a bit of force to wipe it off quickly.

Zhou Yi frowned as she wiped the cloth, completely focused.

But this time.