Ruan Jiaojiao stood to the side, having already turned her back to him the moment he took off his trousers.
Hearing his remark, she explained, "I still need to go downstairs and cook porridge for you. Why don't you go ahead and wash?"
"I can't. I can't reach my own back. Jiaojiao, help me," Fu Zhinian said, his tone tinged with a playful, coaxing quality.
Chapter 112