Little An'an leaned against Qiao Yi's side, stretched out his small hand to touch Qiao Yi's cheek, felt it, a real sensation, he grinned, giggled, and then stayed obediently beside Qiao Yi without moving, his small hand still tightly grabbing a strand of Qiao Yi's hair.
Qiao Yi was a bit embarrassed: "I... actually haven't showered for a week."
George quickly reassured his sister: "It's okay, you were in the lower cabin before, without the condition to do so, it's already good that you managed to stay alive. Now you can rest and recover, once you're feeling better, you can bathe."
Yunxi spoke up casually: "No worries, if you want to shower, I can help you later."
George: "..."
Why is he here?
His inner turmoil is simply immeasurable.
While Qiao Yi felt she reeked and was too embarrassed to let Yunxi help her shower.
She quickly shook her head, saying, "No, no, no, no need, I'll just wash my hair later."
