"Alright."
Ye Gushen agreed so readily that Tang Suiyu, who had blurted it out, was momentarily stunned.
She was holding a basin of warm water with a wet, hot towel in her hand, and swallowed as she looked at Ye Gushen on the bed, stripped down to only his boxers.
Gathering her courage, she climbed onto the bed. "Uncle Ye, I'm here!"
"Come on."
"..." Tang Suiyu was bewildered. Why did the conversation feel a bit strange?
Was she overthinking it?
She stood by the bed, while Ye Gushen, tall and broad-shouldered, lay in the middle.
Considering he had just undergone minor surgery, she decided to take care of him!
Holding the wet towel, she got on the bed, sat cross-legged by his side, and began to carefully wipe his skin.
He seemed to have bathed; his body was clean.
As she gazed at his well-defined eight-pack abs, her small hand involuntarily reached out to touch them. She clearly felt his body flinch slightly.
"I'll be gentle!" she said softly, glancing at him.
