"Yes! I'll wipe!" Saying this, An Ziqing promptly began to familiarly wipe his back.
Thinking about it, she felt she had no self-respect.
"A little higher."
When they were kids, they took baths together; he always insisted she wipe his back.
At first, she really didn't do a good job at wiping.
But later, she got so used to it.
Her technique became more adept.
He loved having her wipe his back.
Each time she complained, "Why am I like your maid?"
He said, "No maid gets the treatment you get; you're clearly my girlfriend!"
He never really pursued her.
They grew up as childhood friends; naturally, they ended up together.
Even getting married seemed like a natural progression to him.
He truly never imagined she would leave.
Never.
So at that time, he was completely unguarded, suddenly hurt beyond repair.
Thinking back, his heart was filled with unwillingness and hatred toward this woman.
