She had handled everything herself—feeding him, cleaning up, and putting up with his idleness and outbursts. At first, she was clumsy, but her repeated attempts slowly built a proficiency that was heartbreaking to witness.
"Xuewu, I can take care of myself..."
Before Qin Long could react, Tang Xuewu bit her red lip and lifted him with both hands, using her body as a cushion. She slowly withdrew her left hand, gently lowering Qin Long onto the bed.
But at that moment, her foot slipped, and she stumbled to the side.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Qin Long wrapped his right arm around her and spun.
Tang Xuewu found herself pinned directly beneath him.
Their eyes met. Qin Long lay there, gazing down at the beauty beneath him. Her smooth skin was barely visible through her gossamer nightgown as they looked at each other in the moonlight.
