Hearing An Xingchen's words, Gong Lingqian's tightly furrowed brows did not loosen. Instead, his frown tightened even more. It's already red and swollen! "

After Gong Lingqian finished, he took out the phone and called the front desk of the hotel.

The call quickly connected. Gong Lingqian instructed: "Bring an ice bag along with the medicine."

Not even five minutes after he ended the call, the waiter brought the things that Gong Lingqian wanted.

Gong Lingqian straightforwardly pulled An Xingchen onto his lap and sat her down, then used a large palm to pinch An Xingchen's chin to stabilize her posture.

The two of them were really too close, and their postures were ambiguous too. An Xingchen's face was uncontrollably red, as she looked at Gong Lingqian with a slightly embarrassed and stammering voice: "Actually there's nothing else … Myself. "Just wipe it yourself..."

As he said that, An Xingchen subconsciously reached out to grab the ice bag in Gong Lingqian's hand, but before her finger could touch the ice bag, it was dodged by Gong Lingqian.

Gong Lingqian stared fixedly at An Xingchen, and spoke with certainty: "Sit still obediently!"

Hearing Gong Lingqian's words, An Xingchen froze and did not dare to move even an inch. In the next second, An Xingchen felt as if her swollen face had been slapped by an ice-cold object.

The ice was too cold, An Xingchen unconsciously gasped when it touched her skin.

"What's wrong? "Is it painful?" Gong Lingqian immediately frowned and looked at An Xingchen.

Hearing Gong Lingqian's words, An Xingchen hurriedly shook her head in embarrassment: "No …. "It's a little cold..."

An Xingchen could feel that Gong Lingqian's movements were very gentle.

"Bear with it for a while, the swelling will subside and the pain will stop."

Gong Lingqian's voice was extremely gentle, as though he was being coaxed around by a child. Hearing this, the redness on his face couldn't help but deepen by a few degrees.

"Alright, I've finished wiping it." Gong Lingqian kept the medicine properly, and then looked towards An Xingchen: "Does your face still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." An Xingchen shook her head at Gong Lingqian with a red face, her voice paused for a bit, then said to Gong Lingqian: "Thank you for helping me … …"

An Xingchen had not even finished speaking when her small and delicate chin was suddenly pinched by Gong Lingqian again. Gong Lingqian's low and pleasant voice rang out one word at a time, "I've already said it, I don't like hearing words of thanks. If you really want to express your thanks, then you can just use actual actions."

As soon as Gong Lingqian finished speaking, the heart in An Xingchen's chest started to beat like a drum, and it started to beat even faster.

Her face was red as she stuttered nervously, "What … What actual actions? "

As Gong Lingqian looked at the cute, shy An Xingchen in his arms, her thin lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. Her tall body leaned forward a little closer to An Xingchen, and the two of them held each other tightly.

When Gong Lingqian lowered his head, the tips of their noses touched, and even their close breathing vaguely fused together.

With just the thin layer of cloth between them, An Xingchen could clearly feel the scorching heat coming from Gong Lingqian's skin, as if it was contagious.

An Xingchen's heart was beating too fast in her chest, so fast that it made her eyes droop. She was at a loss and subconsciously reached out and grabbed onto the corner of her clothes tightly.

Just as An Xingchen's face turned red and her heart started beating faster, as she panicked and didn't know what to do, the terracotta soldier's low and pleasant voice slowly rang out beside An Xingchen's ears: "It's okay if you don't know, I'll teach you!"

The deep, pleasant voice even had a hint of a smile.

Hearing that, the heartbeat in An Xingchen's chest increased, her body stiffened, her eyes opened wide while she looked at Gong Lingqian, at a loss of what to do.

In the next second, without waiting for An Xingchen to regain her senses, Gong Lingqian suddenly walked closer to An Xingchen, and kissed her on her lips.

Gong Lingqian's kiss this time was very gentle and patient. When the lingering kiss ended, both An Xingchen and Gong Lingqian's breathing became rapid.

It was as if all the energy in An Xingchen's body had been sucked out as she hung onto Gong Lingqian's body like a vine.

His face was extremely hot, and he buried himself in Gong Lingqian's embrace out of shame.

Gong Lingqian smiled slightly, he was in a good mood, and seeing An Xingchen's shy look, he reached out and pinched An Xingchen's chin, and lifted An Xingchen's face.

Four eyes facing each other, the dark color in Gong Lingqian's deep eyes deepened as his gaze stared straight at An Xingchen and spoke, enunciating every word: "Have you learned yet? "In the future, if you want to express your gratitude, use this kind of practical action."

As he said that, Gong Lingqian's voice paused for a bit, and then he continued with a hint of laughter in his low voice: "Of course, if you still haven't learned it yet, I can still teach you."

Hearing Gong Lingqian's words, An Xingchen's ears were completely red, and hurriedly nodded at him in panic.

Seeing An Xingchen's current state, the smile on Gong Lingqian's face grew even wider, and he lovingly reached out his hand to pinch the tip of An Xingchen's nose: "Alright, it's getting late, go take a bath and rest."

An Xingchen stood up and ran into the bathroom as if she was granted amnesty.

On the second day, An Xingchen slept until she woke up naturally.

Last night, Gong Lingqian showed a rare kindness and did not torment An Xingchen, so he slept rather early last night, and at just seven in the morning, An Xingchen woke up.

Just as he opened his eyes, Gong Lingqian's enlarged handsome face appeared before him.

Gong Lingqian's eyes were tightly shut while he was still sleeping. As he looked at Gong Lingqian's sleeping face, the corner of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

Oh, handsome is so handsome, who knows how many girls Gong Lingqian would bewitch to death if he became a star.

But now, Gong Lingqian belonged to her alone!

As he thought about the smile on An Xingchen's lips grew deeper, he couldn't help but reach out quietly and place his forefinger onto Gong Lingqian's handsome face, drawing the outline of Gong Lingqian's face bit by bit.

In the next second, just as An Xingchen's fingertip touched Gong Lingqian's nose, a big palm suddenly grabbed onto An Xingchen's hand.

An Xingchen jumped in fright. When she looked, she realized that Gong Lingqian was already awake, and was looking at him with half-closed eyes.

Being caught red-handed, An Xingchen shrunk back with a blush on her face and her lips moved. Just as she was thinking about how to break this awkward yet ambiguous atmosphere, Gong Lingqian, who was beside her, suddenly reached out and pulled An Xingchen into her embrace.