Ling Momo's left cheek was horribly swollen, and when Li Qingshen had her lie down on her side like that, it hurt, causing her to involuntarily gasp for air.
Li Qingshen then suddenly remembered her face, immediately sat up again in alarm, stretched out his hand, touched her cheek, and found it was indeed swollen severely.
Li Qingshen immediately got out of bed, went to the refrigerator, got some ice cubes, returned to the bed, held Ling Momo carefully again, and placed the ice cubes on her cheek.
The coldness of the ice cubes made Ling Momo shiver, and Li Qingshen gently patted her back, his movements becoming increasingly tender.
After a while, Li Qingshen removed the ice cubes, setting them on the table next to them, and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
It was only four words.
But for some reason, Ling Momo felt a sudden touch to the softest spot in her heart.
Perhaps it was because she had suffered too much humiliation that night, with nowhere to vent it.
