"Undress me," Yong Liwei said, although it sounded more like an order.
Lu Mengjie raised a brow as she went in front of him and crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. From the last time I remembered, your hands were not chopped off."
"But I punched a bunch of faces. I don't have the strength to undress," he retorted. A mischievous glint was seen in his eyes.
"..."
"See?" He tried to raise his hand but he intentionally acted as if he couldn't move them at all.
"I saw you use that joystick." She scoffed.
He blinked a few times. "Oh, that was the last of my strength earlier."
"..."
It was not like she minded undressing him. In fact, she would love to see his body again. She had been wiping his body clean while he was unconscious so she didn't mind helping him bathe at all.
