She stood up and walked forward, wanting to take the basin of water from his hands. "Let me do it, Mr. Gu. You probably haven't done this kind of thing before."
Gu Qingyan held onto the basin tightly, her voice slightly hoarse as she said, "Let me do it."
Zhou Xiaoran was somewhat surprised, but she still let go of his hand and watched Gu Qingyan walk slowly to the bedside.
He first placed the basin on the bedside table, tested the water temperature with the back of his hand, then soaked a towel in the water, wrung it out, and gently lifted the blanket covering Shen Zhi Qiu, revealing her fair skin.
He gently wiped Shen Zhi Qiu's neck with a damp towel, and then slowly wiped her arms down the neck, his movements very light.
As the moisture slowly evaporated, perhaps sensing a touch of coolness, Shen Zhi Qiu slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was a blurry face. She closed her eyes and then opened them forcefully, finally seeing Gu Qingyan's expression of concern and guilt.
She frowned, her voice low, "What are you doing here? Where's Mingyu?"
Gu Qingyan was taken aback, then an indescribable emotion appeared on his face. He pulled a long face, took a step back in a cold tone, and said in a low voice, "He's already gone."
"Then why are you still here?" Shen Zhi Qiu's head was still a little dizzy, and she was still not used to the scene of Gu Qing Yan watching over her when she woke up, so she asked subconsciously.
“I’m your husband. You’ve fainted, so of course I should be here.” Gu Qingyan’s slightly furrowed brows tightened a little as he spoke calmly.
"Oh," Shen Zhi Qiu responded indifferently.
"What kind of attitude is this? I just finished wiping you down, and you wake up and immediately ask Si Mingyu." Gu Qingyan was slightly displeased.
"I'm just not used to it. After we got married, you were never by my side when I was sick. I was a little surprised to see you suddenly sitting by my bedside," Shen Zhi Qiu said in a calm tone.
"Heh, I'm not used to having you around, but I'm used to Si Mingyu being around?" Gu Qingyan laughed self-deprecatingly, his expression turning even colder.
"Gu Qingyan, are you sick? If you're sick, go see a psychiatrist upstairs, don't bother me here." Shen Zhi Qiu lowered her eyes.
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