"I'm not that weak, don't worry."

Qi'an didn't say anything, he just pulled the person into his arms and used a hair dryer to blow the person's hair.

Jiang Wan is not short, but she is delicate and soft in Qi An's arms, like a little child.

The face steamed by the hot steam became rosy and shiny, no longer pale, but looked delicate and tender, like a peeled egg.

Jiang Wan grabbed Qi'an's waist and lowered her head. His scent lingered at the tip of Jiang Wan's nose, making her heart itch.

It's been several days since the last time...

Qi'an's bathrobe was half open, revealing his muscular chest.

Jiang Wan poked it with her fingertips, but there was no response, so she poked it again.

Qi An looked down and saw the little girl using her slender hands to tease his chest, as if she was playful.

His Adam's apple moved up and down. Even though he had extraordinary self-control, he could not resist the temptation of such a cute girl.

Qi An grabbed her hand, his eyes deep: "Stop playing."

Jiang Wan pouted, as if dissatisfied.

Qi'an dragged Jiang Wan to her feet and carried her to the table where there was a bowl of ginger soup.

Qi Anmin took a sip and found the temperature was just right. He took the spoon and put it to Jiang Wan's mouth.

Jiang Wan found it funny that he took care of her like a child.

He uttered a mouthful, frowned, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue:

“So spicy…”

"Drink some, and you'll feel better after you sweat."

Jiang Wan wrapped her arms around Qi An's neck, her eyes seductive:

"Just sweat...it will be fine..."