He fell silent for a moment and then tried again.
Still couldn't do it.
Finally, he shifted his gaze to Qiao Yiyi.
She pursed her lips and stood there without saying anything.
But deep inside, she was gleeful.
So now he couldn't clean himself?
A moment ago he had been acting as though she would give him the plague, so now she wasn't going to be the one to offer.
She stood there, looking calm and composed, as she stared at Lu Nanze, and even ventured to suggest, "Mr. Lu, your back- Just near your waist, there's a bit of dirt."
Lu Nanze: …
That was the hardest part for him to reach.
He frowned.
He hadn't intended for Qiao Yiyi to help him clean up. But after all, he wasn't attracted to her. Besides, now that he had some feelings for Traceless, how could he let another woman touch him?
But strangely, when he lifted his head, he suddenly caught a flash of a sarcastic smile on Qiao Yiyi's face.
