"Lean on me," Zhou Mo instructed.
Han Chen didn't understand what she meant. Zhou Mo helped him stand upright and positioned herself behind him, her back pressed against his back.
Facing the toilet, he stood with her back facing him.
"Are you sure this will work?" Han Chen asked.
"Don't tell me you can't even unbuckle your belt," Zhou Mo said impatiently.
"I can," Han Chen replied.
In the next moment, the belt was unbuckled with a snap.
Immediately, Zhou Mo's face turned red. She quickly covered her ears and recited in her mind, "Amitabha, Amitabha..."
One minute later.
Zhou Mo felt Han Chen nudging her with his elbow. She put her hands down, "Is it done?"
"Yes," Han Chen leaned completely against Zhou Mo's back. "Push me forward."
"How do I do that?"
"Step backward and push me forward."
"Why?"
"To flush the toilet."
"...," Zhou Mo was bewildered.
"How about you help me?"
Zhou Mo was exasperated. She pushed Han Chen slightly with her back, making him move forward.