Xu Qian turned around and placed the towel into the basin, soaking it in warm water before wringing it out until it was half-dry. With that done, she prepared to help him wipe down. The towel was still steaming slightly.
Wang Jian felt embarrassed and tried to take the towel to do it himself. "Maybe... I should do it myself."
"..."
Hearing his words and seeing his action, Xu Qian didn't respond, only glared at him fiercely. The glare was exceptionally effective. Wang Jian paused and swallowed his words. "It's not that," he explained. "It's just that since I've grown up, I've never been cared for like this. I'm not used to it."
"You're injured, aren't you?" Xu Qian said irritably. "And it's your arm. If you could use it properly, you would have gone to the bathroom to wash up long ago.
"I'm not serving you," she snorted. "This is called taking care of the injured. Got it?"
