After leaving the hospital, Ningzhi and Lu Jue encountered a traffic jam on the road ahead.

"Master Lu Jue, there's been an accident ahead. We need to take a detour," the bodyguard reported.

Ningzhi looked out of the window and saw that Professor Yuan's car had crashed into a huge truck. The front of the car was completely caved in.

The scene was chaotic.

The paramedics happened to arrive at the scene. They seemed to be trying to save Professor Yuan in the car. The figure that was being carried out was covered in blood. It was unknown whether he had fainted or was already dead.

The other person was probably the truck driver. He was holding his head and saying something agitatedly.

Ningzhi retracted her gaze. She had saved Fang Yuzhou. As for Professor Yuan, he refused to listen to advice and stubbornly insisted on drunken driving. He deserved to end up like this.

When they returned to the Lu family, Mother Lu rushed up anxiously. She had received the bodyguard's report and was about to go to the hospital to see her son. She didn't expect him to be back already.

She repeatedly confirmed with the bodyguard that her son was only lightly injured and was fine. Only then did she give in.

Mother Lu asked the bodyguard a few more questions in detail. Lu Jue pulled Ningzhi upstairs.

Ningzhi realized that Lu Jue's room was decorated in the same style as before. Being here, she almost forgot about the difference in time.

Right now, Lu Jue's appearance was the same as Da Juejue's. His facial features were deep and handsome. A pair of pitch-black eyes looked at her quietly.

"It's dirty," Lu Jue lowered his head and muttered.

Only then did Ningzhi realize that the back of Lu Jue's other hand was covered in dust. It was a little dirty.

She took his hand and led him into the washroom.

There was a large mirror in front of the sink that could reflect the entire bathroom.

In the mirror, Ningzhi and Lu Jue stood together. There was an indescribable sense of compatibility.

Ningzhi spent a small sun in exchange for a minute to touch the real thing. She turned on the tap.

"Do you want me to wash your hands for you?" Ningzhi asked him with a smile.

Lu Jue's eyes lit up. He nodded obediently. "Yes."

Ningzhi held his hand and placed it under the faucet, gently rubbing it for him.

Lu Jue's hands were very big. His fingers were long and slender, and the bones of his fingers were clearly defined.

She deliberately rubbed her fingertips against his fingertips a few times, causing Lu Jue's hand to subconsciously tighten.

Lu Jue's dark eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His low and hoarse voice carried a hint of joy. "It's my fault for being naughty."

Did he know that she was teasing him?

It seemed that he had improved.

Lu Jue held Ningzhi's little hand tightly. It was soft, soft, and snow-white. He felt that his sister's hands were very beautiful.

Originally, Ningzhi was the one helping Lu Jue wash his hands. Now, it was the other way around. Lu Jue looked serious and focused as he gently rubbed Ningzhi's hands. He even washed her fingers one by one.

After washing her hands, he even took a tissue from the side to dry her hands.

Ningzhi was surprised by Lu Jue's change. He actually knew how to take care of people now.

In the next second, to Ningzhi's surprise, Lu Jue held Ningzhi's hands and raised them to the tip of his nose. He lowered his head and gently sniffed them.

Ningzhi was so frightened that she wanted to retract her hands.

"It's my fault. It smells so good."

Lu Jue pursed his lips. There was a hint of shyness in his eyes. His lips gently landed on the light pink fingertips.

His fingertips were warm.

Ningzhi's eyes widened. Her heart felt as if it had been gently scratched by a cub. It was itchy, soft, and numb.