"What do you mean nothing?!" Leng Zimo came back to his senses, shaking his slightly aching head, fearing to tell the truth and make her worry. His gaze ambiguously landed on her collar, "The spring scenery is too bright, a bit dazzling!"
Luo Xiaoqian looked down at her own collar. The zipper of her top was a bit loose, and from his angle, he could probably see her chest.
"You rascal!" Her face heated up as she pushed his face to the side with her hand and zipped up her top, then casually grabbed a towel to place behind his neck, "Close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll help you wash!"
Leng Zimo obediently closed his eyes, and Luo Xiaoqian reached out her hand to help him bathe.
Starting from the head, then the face, neck...
With his eyes closed, he could clearly feel her fingers, a gentle touch.
