She insisted in her tone, and Gu Nanqiao couldn't sway her at all.
After the maternity nurse left, she sat on the bed for a while. About half an hour later, Huo Jingting returned from outside.
Seeing him, Gu Nanqiao looked as if she saw a savior, her eyes lit up, "I've been lying in bed all day, and I feel like I'm falling apart."
Huo Jingting took off his coat and glanced at her, "The maternity nurse said you wanted to wash your hair?"
"Yeah." She raised her hand to touch her hair, "I haven't washed it for a week. I'll dry it immediately after washing."
"You can't wash your hair during the postpartum confinement," Huo Jingting refused too, "What if you end up with problems later?"
"But I can't possibly not wash my hair for an entire month, can I?"
A week was already unbearable for her; if it were a month, she would be truly miserable.
