Xu Qian turned around, placed the towel into the basin to soak in the warm water, and then wrung it out until it was just damp. With that done, she prepared to wash him with the towel, which was still letting off a faint steam.
Wang Jian was embarrassed and tried to take the towel to do it himself. "Maybe… I should do it myself."
Listening to Wang Jian's words and watching his movements, Xu Qian said nothing, simply shooting him a fierce glare. Her glare was particularly lethal. Wang Jian hesitated and swallowed his words, explaining, "It's not that. It's just, I've never had anyone wait on me like this since I grew up, so I'm not quite used to it."
"Aren't you injured?" Xu Qian said irritably. "And it's your arm. If you could use any strength, you would've gone to the bathroom to wash up long ago."
"I'm not serving you," Xu Qian huffed. "I'm taking care of an injured person, understand?"
