Zhuo Junyue completely ignored her words. "Little one, choose one of the two, do I help you scrub your body or do I help you bathe?"
After all, how could he give up such a privilege belonging only to him?
If he can't 'eat', touching a bit to satisfy his craving is also good.
These days, he has forgotten how many cold showers he has taken.
Finally, facing the lewd power of Lord Zhuo, Su Ningyan chose to take a bath.
Anyway, under the same conditions, a bath would feel more comfortable.
And she hadn't taken a bath for so many days, it was Zhuo Junyue who helped her clean up.
She wanted to say that when An An was born, her confinement wasn't so hard.
Zhuo Junyue led her into the bathroom, his face expressionless, he unbuttoned her clothes with an unruffled demeanor.
Su Ningyan covered his hand, "I...I can do it myself."
"Alright, you can do it."
After saying that, Zhuo Junyue stepped back and began unbuttoning his own shirt.
