"You're right, I'm useless." She lowered her eyes and said in a lost voice, "I'm just too delicate."
Fu Ciyi said: "It's okay to be spoiled, but you can't belittle yourself because of it."
He thought it was okay for women to be a little delicate, as long as someone would take care of them in the future.
It didn't seem right when he said this, so he didn't say it.
"I can just press it with the cotton towel."
Yan Funing retracted her hand again. Now that he was holding her wrist, she felt uncomfortable all over.
Especially the skin that was clamped by him, which inexplicably felt a burning sensation.
Fu Ciyi let go of her wrist.
Yan Funing felt relieved.
Unexpectedly, he dipped the cotton towel in cold water again and covered the back of her hand again.
Not only that, his slender, bony fingers gently massaged the back of her hand through the cotton towel...
Surprisingly gentle.
Such tenderness made her shudder.
Yan Funing stammered, "I, I, I'm fine, much better."
"Really much better?"
Fu Ciyi stared at her trembling eyelashes, wondering why she was sometimes inexplicably afraid of him.
Yan Funing nodded: "Really."
At this moment, Fu Nanyao and Wan Niang got up.
When they arrived at the kitchen door, they saw their brother holding his sister-in-law's hand. Although there was a cotton towel between them, it was enough to make Fu Nanyao happy.
She lowered her voice and said to her mother, "Mom, my brother is holding my sister-in-law's hand and won't let go."
His voice was full of joy and he couldn't hide his happiness.
Has my brother figured it out?
Hearing the sound, the two people in the kitchen quickly separated and hurried out.
Wan Niang smiled and patted her daughter's hand: "Child, you can talk to me about this later. Why do you have to say it to my face?"
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