Ye Gushen agreed so readily that Tang Suiyu, who had blurted it out, was momentarily stunned.
She was holding a basin of warm water with a wet, hot towel in her hand, and swallowed as she looked at Ye Gushen on the bed, stripped down to only his boxers.
Gathering her courage, she climbed onto the bed. "Uncle Ye, I’m here!"
"..." Tang Suiyu was bewildered. Why did the conversation feel a bit strange?
Was she overthinking it?
She stood by the bed, while Ye Gushen, tall and broad-shouldered, lay in the middle.
Considering he had just undergone minor surgery, she decided to take care of him!
Holding the wet towel, she got on the bed, sat cross-legged by his side, and began to carefully wipe his skin.
He seemed to have bathed; his body was clean.
As she gazed at his well-defined eight-pack abs, her small hand involuntarily reached out to touch them. She clearly felt his body flinch slightly.
"I’ll be gentle!" she said softly, glancing at him.
Under the soft light, Ye Gushen’s face looked increasingly handsome the more she stared at it!
Her towel moved to his thigh, wiping gently and meticulously, her gaze not daring to move up.
Ye Gushen stared at her side profile, not missing any of her careful and gentle actions.
Her tender little hand occasionally and inadvertently brushed against his skin, and his body’s response was even more honest.
Tang Suiyu got off the bed to rinse the towel. When she climbed back onto the bed again,
She lowered her red face, distractedly wiping his calf.
"Don’t worry about it!"
"Don’t worry? Are you sure?" Tang Suiyu glanced at him, "Alright then!"
She wouldn’t worry about it!
"Uncle Ye..." she said softly, "Shouldn’t you take a cold shower or something?"
"Can I just go take a shower?" Ye Gushen suddenly grabbed her wrist, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his clear voice a little hoarse and magnetic.
Ye Gushen, however, looked completely unperturbed, and those eyes, filled with a hint of longing, only made him more enticing and mesmerizing.
Suddenly, Ye Gushen’s warm lips were next to her pink ear,
Ye Gushen’s chest heaving intensely, being with her, every slight movement, was a fatal temptation.
"I just wanted to trick you into looking at my wound..." Her voice dwindled, becoming almost inaudible.