Chapter 192 Won't Trade It

• "What are you doing?" Blake asked in confusion, but before she could reply, he had already strode forward, and without any explanation, he had carried her back to the sickbed.
• She wore a white hospital gown, and her long hair hung to her waist. Perhaps it was because she had just woken up, but she looked a little lazy.
• Blake lovingly rubbed her head, then saw her exposed pair of delicate feet. “Is it cold?” As he spoke, his warm palm had already wrapped around her tiny ankle, and her beautiful foot was stepping on top of his palm like a newly bloomed white lotus on the water's surface.