"No need, no need, I can do it myself..."
Having a woman help him bathe?
Chen Fang was clearly flustered.
He hurriedly tried to dodge away.
But this woman wouldn't give him a chance; whenever he moved, she moved too. As long as he didn't leave the tub, she could always reach him.
A bit of resistance was futile.
Chen Fang could only give up.
He lay back comfortably.
The two won were very thorough in washing him, scrubbing his back first, then moving to his front. After the front was thoroughly washed, the woman's warm hands began to explore his lower abdon little by little.
Chen Fang shivered.
He asked, "Really? You're even going to wash there?"
The young woman didn't respond; her actions gave the best answer.
Because her hand had already reached Chen Fang's most sensitive area, first rubbing between the crevice, then directly grasping that firmness, carefully cleaning it.
After all, she was a woman.
Not to ntion, two young and attractive won.
What was originally drooping gradually swelled under their touch, yet the won were unfazed, doing their job without emotion, perhaps only surprised by Chen Fang's size which was above average.
A bath.
Took more than half an hour.
You can't deny it.
Chen Fang was scrubbed clean, even between his toes, the two won didn't miss a spot.
Then.
He got out of the tub.
He put on the traditional attire of the Klo Clan that had been prepared in advance.
When he was fully dressed, the eyes of the two won brightened, perhaps in their eyes, only in such clothing could a man truly show his charm.
However, for Chen Fang, it still felt sowhat uncomfortable.
The attire wasn't pants, but a skirt for n, and the fatal part was that there were no underpants inside. In other words, he was going commando now.
Brought back into the hall from the bathroom once more.
Nanda had just arrived too.
She, like Chen Fang, had a fresh blush from just finishing her bath.
The wild ethnic attire on her gave her a new flair, different from before.
Seeing Chen Fang.
A hint of relief flashed in her eyes.
This man was the only person she could trust in this environnt.
"Very good... clean..."
At this ti.
Nunu appeared once again.
She was clearly satisfied with their attire.
She walked around them in a circle.
Pointed at Chen Fang and said, "You—class—"
Then pointed at Nanda and said, "You—work—"
"I'm not so servant..."
Nanda said indignantly, but before she could finish, Chen Fang stopped her.
He gave her a glance.
Then said to Nunu, "Okay, whatever you say, we'll do it."
"What are you doing? You may want to stay, but I don't. I can't stand it, I need to tell her who I am..."
Nanda angrily took a step forward.
But Chen Fang pulled her back again.
He whispered, "Don't rush, there'll be a chance, just bear with it for now."
Perhaps it was due to her trust in Chen Fang, or maybe Nanda knew that revealing her identity wouldn't improve her situation now.
She swallowed her anger, forcefully.
Next.
Nanda was taken away by a few other servants.
Chen Fang followed Nunu into a side room.
Once inside.
He discovered it was a hidden surprise.
This was like a study room.
On the bamboo shelves were nurous books, all Huaxia's, including the Four Great Classics and many by other well-known authors.
In the center was a desk.
On it was a half-written calligraphy piece.
This indicated.
Nunu had a fascination with Huaxia culture.
"Learn—this—"
Nunu retrieved a book from the shelf and tossed it on the desk.
Chen Fang widened his eyes at it, instantly stunned.
"Learn this?"
He picked up the book and asked.
Nunu nodded affirmatively, "Jin Ping i, I—like—learn this—"
"You like? Do you know what this book is about?"
Chen Fang continued to ask.
Nunu nodded, "Pan Jinlian, Li Ping'er, Pang Chuni—I like—"
Damn.
Chen Fang was speechless.
Next.
Nunu opened the book, searched for a while, and then pointed at a red-lined passage and said, "This—I—don't understand—you explain..."
Chen Fang looked down.
His head ached even more.
The passage wasn't long, just a few dozen characters: "Joyful branches intertwined, harmoniously united hearts; willow-waist sways with spring passion, cherry-lips gently pant. Starry eyes dim, with fine beads of sweat flowing over fragrant jade; supple breasts rippling, dewdrops trickle to the peony heart."
Any Huaxia person with a high school education would intuitively understand this passage with no explanation needed—it describes the intimate pleasure between Pan Jinlian and Xin Qing.
To explain such a passage to a woman.
Chen Fang really didn't know how to organize his words.
"Speak—"
Seeing Chen Fang dazed.
Nunu commanded, sowhat displeased.
"Miss Nunu, are you sure you want to explain?"
Chen Fang sighed and asked.
Nunu nodded affirmatively.
Said, "You—quick—explain quickly!"
Alright.
Chen Fang was out of options.
He tried to speak in the slowest pace possible, "This passage describes Xin Qing and Pan Jinlian going to bed..."
"Going to bed?"
Nunu asked, puzzled.
It was clear she didn't understand the implications of those words.
Chen Fang nodded, "Yes, going to bed!"
"Sleeping?"
"Not just ordinary sleeping, it's the interaction between a man and a woman, not... how should I explain it?"
Chen Fang muttered.
His gaze suddenly fell on two cartoon dolls nearby.
He picked up one, then pressed the other face-to-face against it, moving his hand back and forth, "What I an by going to bed is this..."
Even if Nunu was slow, she now understood the aning.
Her cheeks turned red instantly.
Out of nowhere, she slapped Chen Fang across the face, angrily saying, "You—pervert!"
"No, Miss Nunu, aren't you being unreasonable, this passage is exactly about that, you asked to explain it, and now you're hitting , is there no justice?"
Speaking too fast, with too many words.
Nunu didn't understand.
She seed still not content.
Her hand moved to her waist, unexpectedly pulling out a long whip.
With a flick of her wrist, the whip cracked in the air.
She unceremoniously swung it towards Chen Fang.
With a snap, it landed precisely on Chen Fang's arm.
Rember, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, both arms exposed; how could they withstand such a hit? Just one lash and a whip mark was left on his arm, with a piercing pain...
He's seen unreasonable people.
But never to this extent.
Seeing Nunu preparing to swing the whip again.
The suppressed rage in Chen Fang finally erupted.
Seeing the whip had already reached in front of him, he reached out to catch it mid-air...
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