"..."
Lu Jingyan was pinching the small pouch, feeling it was a bit prickly to the touch.
Under Sheng Xian's deep, coaxing voice, she, feeling ashamed, bowed her head. With trembling fingers and blushing ear tips, she tore open the small pouch.
She fumbled awkwardly for a while but couldn't get it on. At last, with his help, she barely managed to succeed.
She exhaled softly, as if she had narrowly escaped death.
He couldn't help but chuckle lightly and leaned in close to her ear, "Don't lose heart. Practice makes perfect."
"..."
"Next time, Big Brother will ask for your help again."
"..."
…
Lu Jingyan faintly felt herself being washed clean by Sheng Xian and carried to bed.
He didn't get into bed but went out instead.
She was truly exhausted and didn't even want to exert the effort to open her eyes. After a while, the door opened, and he walked over to the bed with a glass of water. Over the blanket, he gently patted her, "Come on, drink some water."