"It's no trouble." Mo Hexuan started rolling up his sleeves with an eager look on his face. "I'll make sure to wash you clean and fragrant."
He looked like he was getting ready to bathe a pet...
Qin Youxue shivered.
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Bathroom.
Qin Youxue, wearing slippers, clutched at her pajamas with an expression of utter helplessness.
Mo Hexuan crossed his arms and raised his chin. "Take it off."
Qin Youxue replied helplessly, "Mr. Mo, I can bathe myself. I'll be careful not to touch my foot."
"No way." Mo Hexuan refused flatly, pridefully lifting his chin. "I want to wash you."
"Mr. Mo..."
"One bath, ten thousand yuan. How about it?" Mo Hexuan tempted her with money.
"....."
Qin Youxue stared at him blankly, speechless for a long while.
When the man saw that she still wouldn't agree, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, his expression aggressive.
Qin Youxue hurriedly said, "I'll... I'll take it off."
