Those eyes, which never missed any beautiful scenery, were unusually averted this time.
Ye Lu's face burned with heat, and she closed her eyes, her cheeks flush and heart pounding, comfortingly telling herself it was like getting a massage at a beauty salon.
However, this "massage" was lasting unusually long; how much longer would he dawdle?
"Are you done yet?" her small face flushed deeply, and she gritted her teeth.
Third Young Master Jun turned his head from his trance, looking down at her from above and catching sight of her flushed face, couldn't help but reveal a malicious smile, "Third Young Master is helping you wipe, and you're still complaining? It's better to clean thoroughly, and I gave you a massage on top of that."
Fortunately, the man quickly took the towel away and, without waiting for her to speak, hurriedly helped her into a nightgown, more anxious than she was.
Then came wiping her lower half, another embarrassing process.
