The shirt was taken off, and Baili Xia discovered that Uncle's neck and shoulders were all covered in ink.
She washed the towel clean and wrung it halfway dry.
Just as she was about to wipe him, she suddenly realized an unavoidable problem.
She hesitated a bit, then moved her lips, speaking under her breath.
"Uncle, could you... bend over a bit?"
She twirled her fingers, because his muscular chest was in her line of sight, even if she dared not look, she would inevitably see it.
Her small face flushed a little, "I... can't reach."
Mu Xiaojiu raised his eyebrows, looking down at her.
Only then did he realize, with his own height, having her wipe his neck and shoulders seemed to be quite difficult indeed.
"Little creature," he hummed lightly, pulling over a stool to sit on.
Baili Xia pursed her lips. Little creature? What he really wanted to call her was probably a short melon, right?
