"I'll do it, I'm not afraid of the cold. Meimei, go turn up the air conditioning to high heat, and check if we have an electric heater at home."
Zijun helped the man sit on the chair before she tremblingly reached out to unbutton his shirt. Although she had seen him shirtless before, doing it herself still made her unavoidably nervous.
"Zijun, let me help you. You'll drag this on forever."
Zheng Mei said as she grabbed hold of the Instructor's trousers. At times like these, one should be straightforward, just like being on a battlefield. There was no need to be formal or mind the details.
"No need, I'll do it. Be careful not to hit his wound."
Zijun suddenly felt a bit scared. Had she not insisted and left, who knows what might have happened. Her man was not to be intimately touched by any other woman.
"Rip!"
However, it was already too late. Zheng Mei pulled with both hands, and the effect was immediate, tearing it down.