'He just wanted me to give him a bath. It wasn't some impossible task.'
Ji Qingwu silently chastised herself. 'I was overthinking things.'
Zhao Mingyan reached out and picked up the cotton washcloth, but she snatched it away from him again.
He said in surprise, "Ah Wu, what are you doing? You should go. The water is getting cold."
Ji Qingwu bit her lip and said, "No, let me do it."
This time, Ji Qingwu was no longer hesitant. She scrubbed his body with all her might, not missing a single spot, even those underwater.
Even when she encountered an obstruction, she simply took a deep breath, lifted it, and continued to scrub.
Ji Qingwu didn't even notice the panting by her ear growing more and more ragged. Right now, she had only one goal.
And that was—to get him clean all over, with no spot left untouched!
Zhao Mingyan was finally experiencing what one might call a sweet burden.
