Xue Rui glanced at Dr. He's name badge. "Dr. He, she never asks me for anything. Whatever I want, she gives me. It's just…"
"It stems from low self-esteem."
"Then what about her dressing me? And wiping my face?"
Xue Rui decided to press for specifics.
"It's the same principle. She wants to give you what she never had," Dr. He said calmly.
"She really doesn't have a mother," Xue Rui muttered to himself.
He'd never been a part of Lin Ruoxi's childhood, but he could imagine it. 'She must have seen other children whose mothers washed their faces and helped them dress. The little girl had no one. She must have been so envious.'
'So, Lin Ruoxi was making up for what she lacked by giving it to him?'
'Should I try to make it up to her?' Xue Rui pondered.
An image suddenly flashed through his mind: him, dressing Lin Ruoxi…
'So awkward!'
'He was much better at taking clothes *off*…'
