"I... I'll change myself." Qiao Lian's face turned slightly red.
Chuzheng glanced at his hand: "Can your hand manage?"
"Yes... yes." The young boy nodded firmly.
Chuzheng released him, and Qiao Lian picked up the clothes, but before he could stand up, he fell back down.
His head was still dizzy.
"Let me do it."
Chuzheng pressed him back down.
"Teacher... no need." Qiao Lian embarrassingly pressed the clothes: "I'll change later."
Chuzheng pushed his hand away, speaking with justification: "I'm just changing your clothes, not doing anything to you. What are you afraid of?"
"Teacher, I can change myself."
"Mm."
Qiao Lian thought Chuzheng agreed, but the next second Chuzheng pinned his wrist down.
Qiao Lian's other hand was injured, and he couldn't muster the strength. His head was still terribly dizzy. He could only watch Chuzheng's fair fingertips unbutton his shirt.
Qiao Lian's body tensed, and the body under the shirt gradually became exposed.
