"...Alright." He sighed regretfully and added a reminder, "The bath is ready. I'll be right outside, so if you need any help, just call me. Don't try to be tough."
The water in the tub was the perfect temperature. Xu Su struggled out of her long dress and stepped in.
Carefully avoiding her bandaged wound, she thoroughly washed herself clean, got dressed, and then prepared to wash her hair.
Only then did she realize she couldn't lift her left arm at all. The moment she tried, it tugged on her wound, causing it to ache...
After one difficult attempt, Xu Su finally decided to give up...
'But not washing my hair is out of the question. Not in this muggy summer, after sweating so much...'
The bathroom door slid open a crack. Xu Su poked her head out and immediately spotted the man on the phone, sitting on the room's sofa. She ordered him without ceremony, "Zhou Mochen, can you help me wash my hair? I can't lift my arm."
