Zhao Guo'an ultimately rejected Fujiwara Keiaki's proposal to pick up soap together, and after that, his caution towards Fujiwara Keiaki turned into outright rejection, as he kept his distance for fear of being noticed.
"Old Zhao, I didn't expect you to have such a great attraction in this regard." Xiao Feng said, trying hard to suppress his laughter, "Tell me honestly, when you were learning from your master, did your master often bathe you? Or make you soak in medicinal baths while watching from the side."
Zhao Guo'an's gaze sharpened, a chill rose from the depths of his heart, instantly spreading throughout his body, a feeling of after-fear because Xiao Feng actually guessed right.
In fact, Zhao Guo'an became an apprentice at five; he was physically weak in childhood with much poorer immunity than his peers. If he hadn't been born into a family of medicine, he probably would have lost his life early on.
