Aoqian lowered his eyes thoughtfully, looking at the ground.
Suddenly, Song Xiwei grabbed his wrist, and he looked at her in confusion.
Song Xiwei pointed to the pot of boiling water, "Take a hot bath and get a good night's sleep."
Ao Qian felt a chill run down his spine. "Boiling water? A bath?"
Song Xiwei quickly explained, "What I mean is, let it cool down before washing."
After saying that, she pointed outside and said, "I'm going out. Call me when you're done washing up."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Xiwei was grabbed by Ao Qian. "Don't go."
Song Xiwei: "..."
“We’re all men, why are you avoiding this? Besides, I don’t have any agreements about not letting others see my body. And besides, I need someone to scrub my back.” Song Xi paused slightly. “Are you planning to have that Xiao Zhuang guy scrub my back instead of me?”
Song Xiwei hurriedly said, "I'll help you, I'll help you!"
She felt that Aoqian's current reliance on and trust in her was a sign that he truly considered her his older brother.
This is a good thing. As long as he trusts me enough and listens to me more and does good, he will gradually control himself and won't easily go down the path of evil.
Song Xiwei pondered that she had finally made a breakthrough in her relationship with Aoqian.
In a good mood, I thought it was just a back rub, and since I was now in the role of Brother Aoqian, I felt even more at ease.
The water cooled down a bit and wasn't so hot anymore.
When Aoqian took off his clothes, he became a little hesitant.
Especially in front of Song Xiwei, for some reason, he impulsively asked, "Song Xiwei, who do you think has a better physique between us?"
Song Xiwei hadn't expected him to ask this, so she gave a more moderate answer: "Everything's fine."
Aoqian's eyes flashed. "We haven't had a competition yet. Do you want to shower together? I'll scrub your back for you too."
With a thud, Song Xiwei felt her heart leap into her throat.
Good grief, I was caught off guard by this sudden attack.
Wash together? How is that possible?
Song Xiwei was startled, her pupils dilated, which looked very strange to Ao Qian. "Song Xiwei, are you listening to me?"
"Cough cough cough, I won't wash. Young Master, you should wash quickly, the water will get cold soon." Song Xiwei quickly changed the subject.
Aoqian, however, felt a little regretful, "I wanted to compare and see who had a better figure..."
"That must be because Shaojun has a good figure!" Song Xiwei quickly took the opportunity to flatter him, determined not to let Aoqian have any thoughts of comparing his figure with hers.
These young men are extremely competitive; they can only stop talking once they've been praised to their satisfaction and their self-esteem has been satiated.
Sure enough, after Song Xiwei commented on Ao Qian's good physique, Ao Qian's smile became visibly brighter. He smiled and seemed to be in a very good mood: "Are you envious?"
"Of course! With such a great figure, who in the world wouldn't like it? Young Master, you're so charming, not only are you handsome, but you also have such a great figure, and your skin is so smooth and flawless..."
Song Xiwei was praising him to the skies when suddenly, Ao Qian approached. His voice was light and airy, yet each word struck Song Xiwei's heart with just the right touch: "Between you and me, there's no need for envy. What's mine is yours."
Song Xiwei: ...
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Her soul drifted for a long while. When she came to her senses, Aoqian had already started washing himself. His smooth back was facing her, and he seemed to be getting impatient. He urged her, "Weren't you going to scrub my back? Why aren't you starting yet?"
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