"Alright, alright, since you helped me wash my feet, I'll help you clean it up," Jian Yanyan bit her lower lip, reached into the water to wring out the towel, and suddenly asked before wiping his wound, "Why use my face towel? Your wound looks pretty gross."
"Switch to the foot towel." Jian Yanyan handed the white towel to Su Junhao.
"Your feet are so dirty, they have bacteria, so use this one." Su Junhao insisted on using the face towel.
"How can you be like that? Let me tell you, my foot towel is really clean. I wash it thoroughly every day..."
"No, it's got to be this one."
Before Jian Yanyan could finish speaking, Su Junhao had already stubbornly refused and then sighed softly, "Sigh, deep down, you just don't want to help me clean it."
"I don't…" Looking at him like that, Jian Yanyan felt a bit guilty and defended herself.
"Then hurry up and clean it, it's late."
