Gong Ting's attention was instantly diverted by her, and he lowered his eyes to look at the little woman in his arms, his gaze deepening, "Together."
Xiao Yu didn't understand what "together" meant at first, until he pulled her into the bathroom and began undressing in front of her. She protested, "What are you doing? You're still injured, you can't take a bath."
Gong Ting quickly took off his shirt and draped it over the sink, revealing a well-toned upper body. He placed his hands on his waistband, exuding an indescribable charm, and said, "You can help me wash my back."
Xiao Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, not even having time to object when she heard him say, "Later, I'll help you wash. You haven't bathed in half a month; you smell awful."
His tone was blatantly disdainful, and Xiao Yu, completely drunk, retorted, "If you find me unpleasant, I can sleep on the sofa."
