Li Qiyu bit her lower lip, seeing his wound with skin peeling outward and his hands turned white from the long soak in laundry detergent, her heart twisted in pain.
Touching his hand, she felt how slippery it was; even the suds hadn't been rinsed off properly...
She grew a bit angry, her complexion falling, and Bo Yeyuan became anxious. She tugged at his large palm, "Go wash the laundry detergent off your hands!"
It was like leading a giant child as she brought him back to the bathroom.
Li Qiyu turned on the faucet, and when his hand came close, she slapped it away, "Don't move!"
Bo Yeyuan bowed his head, looking at the top of her head. Her long eyelashes drooped gently. If he leaned down further, his lips would kiss the top of her head.
Li Qiyu carefully rinsed his hands with water, rubbing and rubbing, just like washing a towel... The bubbles and water kept coming off, and he felt blissful with his hand in her grip.