"Men and women should never cross the bounds of propriety." Feng Zhiwei replied in a solemn voice. "He understands this."
"Right. He always washes Zhixiao, is Zhixiao not a woman?"
Feng Zhiwei smiled awkwardly and grabbed her friend's hand, confidently declaring: "You're overthinking. Let's go!"
The small river curved around a small copse of scattered trees, but the clear water gleamed in the moonlight. As they looked down at the clean water, the itch and dirt and sweat clinging to them seemed all the more unbearable, and Feng Zhiwei had to throw hurried hand signals as Hua Qiong peeled off her clothes.
Young Master Gu obediently turned around.
Gu Nanyi sat facing a large rock by the river, his back to the river. Their clothes piled onto the rock, and Feng Zhiwei calmly peeled off her mask and walked into the cold water.
