Bu Qing sat on the bed somewhat dazed. Wasn't she supposed to teach him how to write? Why... did it end up here?
The images flashing through Bu Qing's mind were too embarrassing, so he hurriedly shook them off.
Chuzheng was already dressed. As Bu Qing snapped back to reality, he found her bending down to meet his gaze.
"Do you need to wash up?"
The blush on Bu Qing's face had not yet faded and it came back again.
He lowered his head and gave a barely perceptible nod.
Suddenly feeling a chill, Bu Qing instinctively covered himself. Chuzheng picked him up: "Haven't I seen it all?"
Bu Qing: "..."
"Bu Qing, you're a boy." Chuzheng placed him in the warm water. "Be more generous."
Bu Qing: "..."
Though he wasn't well-read, it seemed... that wasn't the correct way to use the word "generous."
Bu Qing sank his shoulders into the water, which covered his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes exposed.
