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  Zhuang Nainai felt a sudden sadness wash over her, and her fingers clenched slowly.

  She turned as Si Zhengting stood up, threw on a bathrobe, and walked to the bathroom.

  Watching his towering straight figure, Zhuang Nainai wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and felt a tear roll down her cheek.

  It was so sudden and unexpected, she felt like she was forced into it.

  She knew her tears were unnecessary, and for all it’s worth, didn’t she already prepare for something like this to happen when she married him?

  Perhaps she became more fragile emotionally when she was physically fatigued. She buried her face in the blanket and could not control the flood of emotions nor stop her tears from falling.

  Just as she was crying soundlessly, she heard the returning footsteps.

  Zhuang Nainai was shocked.

  It should take at least five minutes for Si Zhengting to take a shower. Why was he out within a minute?

  She hurriedly wiped her face on the blanket and forced back the tears in her eyes. She was just about to peek out from the blanket when she was lifted off the bed together with the blanket.

  She had a fright from being suddenly airborne. She reached her arms out from the blanket bundle and wrapped them around Si Zhengting’s neck. Her blank and slightly puffy eyes were fixed on him.

  What did he want to do?

  Again?

  But she was in so much pain!

  Si Zhengting saw two dark bruises on her slender fair arms and his gaze darkened.

  He knew the burning rage inside of him had gotten the better of him today. He had lost his mind, exploded in rage, and hurt her.

  He looked down, and she tried hard to avoid his gaze. With the help of the faint light emanating from the bathroom, he still saw her reddened eyes.

  Si Zhengting was stupefied. Was she…… crying?

  Because he had hurt her?

  Regret flashed across his eyes, and his hold on her became more gentle.

  It was warmer in the bathroom with the heater on. He was about to unwrap her when he saw her shiver.

  Si Zhengting paused and placed her instead on the chair next to the jacuzzi tub. He rearranged her nightdress and said, “Have a soak, you will feel better.”


  He then turned and left.

  Zhuang Nainai was dumbfounded.

  So he came into the bathroom just now to prepare the bath for her?

  As a clean freak, he did not shower but let her take the bath first?

  She was moved by the gesture and felt a wave of gratitude, but at the same time, a voice inside reminded her, “Zhuang Nainai, don’t overthink it, even a stranger would do that for a woman after what just happened.”


  Zhuang Nainai sighed, unwrapped the blanket around her bruised body, and stepped weakly into the tub.

  She immersed herself in the hot water and felt all the muscles in her body loosen up and relax. The jacuzzi felt so good, and her eyelids grew increasingly heavy. She fell asleep in no time.

  Si Zhengting walked out of the bathroom and realized that he had not yet cleaned himself.

  He was about to wash up in the guest bathroom next door when he thought of her fatigue and daze and worried for her.

  Ten minutes had passed and there was no sound coming from the bathroom.