Yan Xinxin was instantly bewildered.
Her fair cheeks almost immediately turned crimson, and just as she regained her senses, Mo Chuxi grabbed her wrist and carefully opened her right palm.
"Can you still wring a towel like this?"
He parted his lips, his deep, husky voice making Yan Xinxin's cheeks burn even hotter.
Yet his words left her stunned once again.
What does he mean?
Did he come in here just to help her wring a towel?
"Mo Chuxi, let go of me! I can wring a towel myself, even if I can't, I wouldn't ask you to do it! Just leave!"
Yan Xinxin struggled hard to free her wrist.
He was so close, his presence surrounding her, making her heartbeat irregular and chaotic.
"You can't touch water—it'll get infected."
"..."
It was as if he wasn't listening to her at all. Instead, he leaned in even closer…
"Knock, knock, knock."
A sudden knocking sound came from outside the bathroom door.
"Xinxin, is Chuxi Daddy inside? I can't find him anywhere."
"Xi…"
