He felt an itch, wanting to press her hand down heavily, rubbing over his body.
It seems that when they return to the mansion, he has to assign someone to teach her how to properly attend to a person.
"But your wound?" She was worried about causing pain to his injury, so she dared not exert any force.
"The wounds are on the back, the front is fine," he said casually.
"Ah? Oh." Ling Rong's face flushed again.
It's not that she doesn't know where his wounds are, it's just that her mind had become a muddle, unable to think clearly, hence she forgot.
This time, she indeed let go, moderately wiping his body.
The bathtub was a bit high, so when she started wiping under the chest, she could only tiptoe, pressing her belly against the edge of the tub to reach underneath.
Because of this, she could only keep her head lowered, a few strands of long hair floating into the water.
