Her forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and Nan Mo couldn't help but reach out to tidy the bangs on her forehead. His movements were gentle, with a hint of seriousness in his expression.
It was like a child just learning something new.
And today, it was indeed a very special first lesson in Nangong Yaoling's life—taking care of a woman.
In the past, it was always women who took care of him, and he had never so attentively looked after a woman. It was a bit novel, a bit fun, and also... an indescribable feeling.
She suddenly realized that Nangong Yaoling wasn't as bad as she had imagined.
At least at this moment, deep inside, there was a slight flutter.
She didn't expect such an overbearing and self-centered man to also have such a gentle and considerate side.
Nangong Yaoling looked at her pale little face and then domineeringly said, "You go to sleep first. If the towel cools down, I'll replace it for you."
