Yang Chuxia looked down at the bandaged wound she had just uncovered; it seemed to have swollen a bit more.
"Are you sure you want to help?"
At these words, Yang Chuxia collided with a pair of somewhat fervent eyes.
"Hehe, it seems a bit inappropriate for the occasion, doesn't it?" Yang Chuxia almost forgot what they were in the midst of doing.
Turning even a trip to the latrine into a romantic affair, they truly were a match in creativity.
"My dear, I think it's quite suitable. Since you want to help, my dear, could you do it quickly?" he said, and then added, "My dear, I want to sit over there."
Following his gaze, she saw a chair padded with a soft cushion.
Yang Chuxia gave him a speechless look, "Stop fooling around, hurry up and lie down. You've been standing for quite a while now." At that moment, she abruptly realized that this scoundrel was nearly leading her astray.