Chapter 20 Flood Discharge

The soft comfort continually flowed from the skin on his arm to his mind.

Zhang Xiaowei actually forgot to refuse for a moment, and even rubbed his arm against it a few times.

"Xiaowei, go to the backyard first, and I'll close the door."

Zhu Fang pulled a few times, suddenly came to her senses, hastily gave him instructions, and went to close the door.

Clack!

The shop door closed, and only then did Zhang Xiaowei truly come to his senses.

"Auntie Fang, there's no need to bother you, I can just go home to shower."

If Zhang Xiaowei was still a seven or eight-year-old child, having Zhu Fang help him bathe would have been fine.

But he had graduated from college, a man in his early twenties, he couldn't possibly let a woman more than a decade his senior help him bathe.

Immediately, he decisively refused.

Zhu Fang had already locked the door from the inside, not afraid of Zhang Xiaowei running away.