A popular female live streamer with a constant stream of wealthy patrons.

As soon as Xu Qinghuan woke up, she saw a text message that Fu Jiajia had sent her at almost four o'clock in the morning.

[Huanhuan, please thank Mr. Fu for my kindness. I won't be sightseeing in Sweden anymore! I plan to buy a plane ticket back home as soon as I wake up. My brother has a lot going on, and my parents are urging me to go back; they're worried about me! You don't need to come see me off. Just take good care of Mr. Fu. Remember, whatever decision you make, your sisters will support you! Love you, sending you love!]

She didn't know why Fu Jiajia suddenly didn't want to shop anymore, but since Fu Jiajia had always been somewhat indecisive and often changed her mind, Xu Qinghuan wasn't too surprised.

[Are you having trouble sleeping because of me? Jiajia, wake up and let me know. You came to Sweden to take care of me. If I don't see you off after you leave, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life.]

Xu Qinghuan sent the text message, but did not receive a reply.

She figured Fu Jiajia must be asleep; she wouldn't wake up until noon.

Fu Yanshi behind her also woke up. A large hand reached out from her waist and pulled her body back into his arms.

"hiss……"

However, the movement was too large and aggravated the wound.

Xu Qinghuan quickly put down her phone and gave him a helpless shove, "Are you crazy? Let me check if there's any bleeding. I'd better have Dr. Qiao take a look!"

"Should I have the doctor come over now?"

"When are you coming? Dr. Qiao should be at work by now!"

Fu Yanshi raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

Xu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment before realizing that their clothes were scattered on the carpet in the ward, and the several intimate moments last night had left the room with an ambiguous atmosphere. They hadn't had time to ventilate the room before going to sleep.

If Qiao Xihe were here, he would definitely know what's going on.

She was speechless. "Then let me take a look at your wound first."

“Okay.” Fu Yanshi leaned closer generously.

Feeling her little hands touching my skin, it was a little itchy, and when she touched the wound, there was a slight pain.

Suddenly, he grabbed Xu Qinghuan's flailing wrist.

"Okay, stop looking."

"?" Xu Qinghuan looked serious. "Did I hurt you? Bear with it, let me check if the stitches have come undone!"

Fu Yanshi's handsome face was taut, and his jawline was becoming increasingly sharp.

"I told you, stop looking."

"Just take another look, okay?"

This time, Fu Yanshi chose to directly grab her hand and reach down—

When Xu Qinghuan touched the unusual heat that was different from her own fingertips, she was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand!

"you……"

"That's why I said, stop looking and go wash up."

He knew he couldn't be too indulgent and had to restrain himself; Xu Qinghuan was truly on the verge of falling apart.

Xu Qinghuan hurriedly pulled her pajamas tighter and dashed into the bathroom.

Fu Yanshi suddenly asked, "Are you taking a shower?"

"wash!"

How long will it take?

Xu Qinghuan paused for a moment, then said, "Twenty minutes!"

Fu Yanshi glanced at the time and said, "Okay."

Twenty minutes should be enough.

……

When Xu Qinghuan came out of the shower, she saw Fu Yanshi wiping his hands with a tissue.

She went over and asked, "What spilled?"

"No." A rare flush appeared on Fu Yanshi's handsome face, and his dark eyes avoided her gaze.

Xu Qinghuan raised her hand to feel his forehead. "You don't have a fever, so why is your face so red?"

Fu Yanshi helplessly gripped her hand, his voice tinged with suppressed emotion, "You'd better not touch me for now."

"..."

"Xu Qinghuan, go ask Dr. Qiao when I can take a shower."