After saying that, Wen Qiao saw a clear ssage on Fu Jinghen’s face—
"I don’t mind helping if you need it."
Damn it!
She minded!
Since she had been able to bathe herself, no one had seen her perfect body!
Not even her own mother!
Considering Wen Qiao was wearing wet clothes, and even though it was sumr, one couldn’t be careless, Fu Jinghen didn’t want to argue with her, instead, he reminded her, "Hurry up and bathe, call if you need anything."
With that, he went out.
As Wen Qiao watched Fu Jinghen leave and saw him close the bathroom door, leaving her alone in the bathroom, she imdiately crouched down with her hands covering her face, curling up into a ball.
Had Fu Jinghen just kissed her?
Probably?
Although it was just a light touch, similar to children playing house, they were both well past the age of playing house. Plus, Fu Jinghen was almost in his thirties, an old man who surely wouldn’t joke like that.
Boo-hoo-hoo.
There went her first kiss.
By the ti Wen Qiao composed herself, stood up, and took off her wet clothes ready to step into the bathtub, the water had already gone cold.
She drained the water and turned on the shower.
The mont the hot water cascaded over her, Wen Qiao suddenly realized sothing—
Why did Fu Jinghen kiss her?
Between the two of them, she was supposed to be the leader! She hadn’t even initiated anything yet. How dared Fu Jinghen attack first?
How could she have beco so passive?
This won’t do.
By the ti Wen Qiao had sorted out her feelings and finished her bath, more than an hour had passed. She had just opened the bathroom door and stepped out when her body suddenly lightened, and she was lifted into the air.
Wen Qiao was startled again, looking at Fu Jinghen, "You haven’t been standing outside the bathroom the whole ti, have you?"
"Yes."
Wen Qiao slapped Fu Jinghen hard, "You’re a pervert, Fu Jinghen, standing at the doorway of the won’s bathroom. What were you trying to do?"
Fu Jinghen looked at her, "Don’t you know what I wanted to do?"
"....."
Wen Qiao was quiet for a while, then suddenly asked, "Is it a full moon tonight?"
Fu Jinghen was montarily lost, "What full moon night?"
"Why else would you suddenly transform?"
"...."
They just couldn’t understand Wen Qiao with normal thinking.
While Wen Qiao had been bathing, Fu Jinghen had called the custor service to clean up the wet sofa.
He placed Wen Qiao back on the couch again, sat next to her, lifted her legs onto his lap, and lifted the edge of her bathrobe. Wen Qiao flinched a little at first, but then relaxed.
Fu Jinghen glanced at her, and Wen Qiao fiercely retorted, "What are you looking at?" which made him lower his head to look at her knees.
Wen Qiao’s skin was fair, and any bumps or bruises stood out remarkably. Her knees, not very fleshy, showed a bluish-purple bruise from a recent bump, with a few wounds from sharp little stones on the floor of the water pool, looking quite shocking.
Fu Jinghen felt a twinge in his heart and carefully dabbed her wounds with alcohol.
Wen Qiao was particularly afraid of pain, and, putting on a show for Fu Jinghen, she couldn’t stop whimpering as the alcohol touched her wounds.
Fu Jinghen asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It hurts to death." Wen Qiao blinked, tears forced into the corners of her eyes, pitifully looking at Fu Jinghen, "Maybe it would feel better if you blow on it."
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