"...What are you scrubbing?" An Yue asked. She was glad to be in the bathroom, with water flowing over her body and face, feeling very comfortable, but at least her blushing wasn't visible.
"Scrubbing off dirt." Dang Yang replied, isn't that what you do when you bathe?
"..."
An Yue gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at Dang Yang.
Does he even know how to talk properly?
Scrubbing off dirt?
She bathed every day. She made sure to be fragrant and clean every single day, how could there be dirt?
And also... if he actually managed to scrub out some dirt, how embarrassing would that be?
"I don't have any dirt." An Yue said through gritted teeth.
"Whether there's dirt or not isn't for you to decide. I'll scrub for you... what if there really is some?" Dang Yang said with a smile, beginning to scrub An Yue.
...
An Yue was carried out of the bathroom by Dang Yang, all wet and soft.
He placed her on the sofa, roughly dried her off with a towel, and then placed her on the bed.
