Qu Fulan gathered all her thoughts, focusing on bandaging, but a wisp of hair fell from behind her ear, slightly obstructing her. Just as she was about to free a hand to tuck it back, a hand reached over and tucked the hair behind her ear for her.
The movement was so sudden that Qu Fulan was a bit stunned, then instinctively looked at him.
He was also looking at her.
His gaze was as clear and gentle as flowing water, with her reflection in his deep, dark eyes. His handsome face was so close that they could feel each other's breath.
A silent, indescribable current flowed in the air, enchanting enough to make one feel that doing nothing in such a wonderful atmosphere would be a waste.
Pei Ji'an moved slightly.
Qu Fulan felt inexplicable panic and confusion, along with a hint of bewilderment.
"Reporting to the Heir!"
A discordant voice suddenly appeared at the door, shattering the invisible barrier in the room, like the sound of glass breaking into pieces.
