"The food is on its way, don't worry, let me take care of the injuries on your face first." Mo Beichen's dark eyes were full of tenderness. He wrung out a damp towel and carefully wiped her face.
"Hiss." Gu Qian winced in pain, shrinking her face into the pillow.
Mo Beichen immediately became tense, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Gu Qian shook her head, but Mo Beichen still softened his movements, bit by bit cleaning her face. His gaze was deep with pain, his fingers lightly touching her swollen skin, revealing a hint of killing intent, "I want to kill them!"
Gu Qian was shocked, quickly reaching out to hold him back, "Big brother, don't be impulsive, I'm really okay now."
Mo Beichen was distressed, yet didn't dare to forcibly break free from her hand, fearing he might hurt her, his voice softened incredibly, "Qianqian, does it hurt?"
