Beiming Han suddenly stood up and tightly held her in his arms...
...
Gu Qingxin sat on the toilet in the bathroom, her mind in chaos; she had even lost the ability to think.
She raised her hand to cover her face. What happened to her? Why could he still easily dictate her emotions?
No, it shouldn't be like this?
She must stay calm!
...
In the kitchen.
Beiming Han was washing fresh shrimp in the basin when his thoughts wandered, and his hand was pricked painfully. He raised it to see a bright red bead of blood on his fingertip.
He put his injured finger under the faucet to rinse it, unable to resist looking back towards the bathroom direction; Xin'er had already been inside for a long time.
He felt a little uneasy, grabbed a towel to dry his hand, and wanted to search for Gu Qingxin.
When he reached the living room, the bathroom door opened, and Gu Qingxin came out.
Their eyes accidentally met; Gu Qingxin immediately looked away to somewhere else.
