Nan Zhi walked over and asked, "Jiang Qingyan, what did that old woman say to you?"
Old woman...
Hearing the way she addressed him, Jiang Qingyan smiled, and in an instant, it seemed as if all the darkness had receded.
"It's nothing." He raised his hand, gently grasped her wrist, and looked at the gauze in her palm. He gently stroked it. "Does it still hurt?"
"The scab on the wound has almost fallen off, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Nan Zhi squatted down beside him, rubbing her little face against his leg like a cat: "Jiang Qingyan, what should I do? I haven't taken a bath in so long."
Although she is fair-skinned, beautiful, and has long legs, she can still smell fragrant even without taking a bath.
But she always felt dirty and uncomfortable all over.
But she felt uncomfortable no matter what others did when they scrubbed her back.
Having Jiang Qingyan rub her doesn't seem like a good idea.
Nan Zhi said helplessly, "Go and run me some hot water, I'll just soak for a while."
Jiang Qingyan did not miss the fleeting embarrassment in her eyes.
So cute.
He touched her face.
"Okay, Zhizhi."
Jiang Qingyan prepared hot water and thoughtfully added lots of foam and rose petals for her.
After soaking in the water, Nanzhi felt as if she were a dried-up fish finding water, and she let out a comfortable sigh.
Nanzhi, worried about being bored, asked Jiang Qingyan to play some soothing music for her.
Listening to soft music, she felt a little drowsy.
With my eyes closed, my head bobbed up and down, and before I knew it, I had slid into the bathtub.
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My darlings, the writing style will be adjusted for each world based on the main character; the author hasn't changed.
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