Hearing Lu Jinghan’s voice, Li Manman widened her eyes: "Where did you take our Han Xi?"
"She came home with me," Lu Jinghan said leisurely, not at all upset by the sharp tone of Li Manman.
"What do you mean she came home with you? Is it your home or hers? I’m going to pick her up right now."
Lu Jinghan felt a bit helpless; he had made it so clear, yet Li Manman’s emotional intelligence was really worrying.
"At my home, but you don’t need to come pick up Xiao Xi anymore. From now on, this is her home too. She’ll be living here." After speaking, Lu Jinghan hung up the phone.
Li Manman’s jaw was about to drop in shock. She turned her head and looked at Chu Ci with admiration: "You really have a knack for predicting things. Han Xi actually reconciled with Lu Jinghan."
Back in the café, when Lu Jinghan said he would personally deal with Lin Weiyang, Chu Ci guessed that he might genuinely like Han Xi, and that Lu Jinghan probably didn’t know about Lin Weiyang approaching Han Xi.
Chu Ci deliberately returned late with Li Manman, not wanting to disturb the two of them.
When Han Xi woke up, the sky outside had already darkened. She propped herself up with her arms, trying to get up, but her body hurt unbearably.
The bedroom door was pushed open from outside by Lu Jinghan, his deep eyes, like whirlpools, held a gentle smile: "Awake?"
Han Xi blushed slightly and nodded. She really wanted to find a hole to hide in now.
Lu Jinghan filled the bathtub with water and tested the temperature with his hand before letting Han Xi get in.
Han Xi soaked in the bathtub, the warm steam enveloping her clean, slightly reddened face, looking as beautiful as a rose.
After the bath, Han Xi was carried out of the bathroom by Lu Jinghan. He took a hair dryer out from the bedside table’s drawer, lay Han Xi on his lap, and helped her dry her hair.
"While you were asleep, Li Manman called, and I answered it for you."
"Um... what did you say to her?"
Lu Jinghan looked at her shy expression and found it adorable: "I told her that you wouldn’t be living with her from now on, but with me."
Han Xi raised her hand to cover her blushing cheeks: "I never said I’d live with you!"
Lu Jinghan’s fingers gently combed through Han Xi’s hair, the warm air from the hair dryer brushed past her scalp, mixing with the milky scent from Han Xi’s bath, wafting into Lu Jinghan’s breath. He spoke softly, "Are we supposed to live apart then?"
Han Xi felt her face burning hot; it was so warm.