Su Chaoyang gently comforted the woman in his arms, asking tenderly by her ear, "How are you? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
He couldn't understand what was wrong today, how he could lose control like this. The last time he lost control like this must have been six or seven years ago, so long ago that he couldn't remember clearly.
Mu Xiangwan felt weak all over, lying motionless in his arms. But as she heard his words, she suddenly thought of something, quickly propped herself up, got out of the bathtub, and without hesitation grabbed a towel to wrap around herself, exiting the bathroom.
Su Chaoyang was confused, thinking she was angry at him for being too rough. He just smiled indifferently, planning to soothe her after he finished his bath.
A wave of regret washed over her, thinking she really shouldn't have let him make her lose her composure, forgetting the most important thing tonight.
