"Did you really get this scar from falling?"
"Yes."
"How did you fall?" She looked at the stitched wound and wondered how it could come from a fall.
Yin Shaojie replied casually, "It's been a long time since then. I don't remember."
In truth, he did remember but he couldn't tell her just yet.
After wiping his back, Mu Xiaoxiao lifted up his hand to continue scrubbing him.
"Okay, it's almost done."
"Wait." Yin Shaojie suddenly grabbed her small hand to stop her from going away. "You haven't done the front."
"Hey, don't try to cheat me. You told me to clean your back. Your front is not your back, is it?" Mu Xiaoxiao became shrewder as she rebutted him.
Yin Shaojie chuckled. This wretch still had her wits about her.
He said, "Since you are already doing the scrubbing, you can just continue scrubbing a little more, can't you?"
