"It's no trouble at all." Mo Hexuan began rolling up his sleeves, looking visibly enthusiastic. "I'll make sure to wash you squeaky clean and fragrant."
He looked just like someone getting ready to bathe a pet...
Qin Youxue shivered.
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Bathroom.
Qin Youxue stood in her slippers, clutching her pajamas with a helpless expression.
"Mr. Mo, I'll wash myself, don't worry. I'll make sure not to touch my foot," Qin Youxue said helplessly.
"No." Mo Hexuan refused outright, tilting his chin up with pride. "I want to do it for you."
"Mr. Mo..."
"One bath, ten thousand yuan. How about that?" Mo Hexuan tempted her with money.
"..."
Qin Youxue stared at him blankly, speechless for a long while.
The man, seeing that she still hadn't agreed, narrowed his eyes dangerously, his expression full of intimidation.
...
The bizarre atmosphere left her inexplicably parched.
