Gu Qingchen and Bei Ran returned home, it was already past two in the morning.
He lifted Bei Ran out of the car and back into the house, placing her on the sofa, "Wait for me, I'll run a bath!"
"Actually, I'm not that delicate," Bei Ran said, smiling.
Gu Qingchen simply stood up and went to the bathroom. After filling the bathtub with water, he came over to lift her up.
The light blue dress was no longer the color of the sky; it had instead taken on the scent of soil.
But this man, who always had a penchant for cleanliness, didn't mind at all, instead treating her like a precious treasure in his embrace.
He lost his patience dealing with her dress and tore it apart with his powerful hands.
Bei Ran was stunned: "Qingchen, if this were an emergency at the hospital, what would you do with the clothes? Would you tear them too?"
"I would instruct the assistant doctor or nurse to cut them open," Gu Qingchen glanced at her.
