"Hey, aren't you a little too carefree, letting a man touch you so casually without feeling the slightest bit embarrassed?" Song Xiaodong teased Qiao Yutong, who seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.
Qiao Yutong, with her eyes squinted and leaning on the edge of the bathtub, said, "You've been showing me how to practice these past two days and your hands have touched me countless times already. What's there to be embarrassed about? Just think of it as you guiding my True Qi."
"You're something else!" Song Xiaodong gave her a thumbs up, then continued to help her wash.
After washing for a bit, Qiao Yutong spoke again, "Do a good job washing, don't slack off. Otherwise, I'll give you a bad review."
Song Xiaodong let out a snort and said, "You ungrateful girl, even with my attentive service, you're still so picky."
"Hehe." Qiao Yutong laughed triumphantly.
