However, it was only a half-step retreat; the young man hung his head, nearly obscuring his face, and his slim figure appeared even more frail.
Chuzheng was pondering whether she had gone too far and frightened the Good Person Card when she saw the young man slowly extend his hand and place it on his own belt.
He forcefully pulled down his belt, and without the restraint, his clothes immediately spread open, revealing the inner garments beneath.
Bu Qing's body trembled slightly as he pulled off his outer coat, letting the clothing fall to the ground with a slight sound.
Chuzheng: "!!!"
She quickly stood up and picked up the clothes, draping them over him: "I didn't say it had to be now."
Bu Qing shivered.
No... doesn't want it?
Chuzheng pulled him over to sit down, directly seating him on her lap, wrapping him with her arms.
"Is the previous injury healed?"
Bu Qing nodded.
