He really had no patience to wait for her to build up her emotions, nor to be ready for helping someone else bathe. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and gently placed it on his firm chest. "If it's not clean, keep washing," he repeated indifferently.
He helped her wash her hair and body, so she should at least help wash him once, right? It's not an unreasonable request, is it?
Xia Qingqian's trembling fingers moved cautiously, her palms burning with heat every inch of skin they touched. She carefully mimicked his movements, massaging in small circles. The upper body was completely washed, but... when it came to the lower part, she swallowed hard and didn't dare make a move.
"You... you wash yourself..." Xia Qingqian was facing away from Beitang Yao.
Without waiting for him to regain his composure, she stood up from the bathtub. This time, she smartly and swiftly grabbed the towel and fled in panic.
