Her hand suddenly felt a warmth, and subconsciously she looked down. Pei Xiaobai's stick-like burning heat was pressing directly against Song Weiyi's hand.
"Ah..." She cried out in surprise, how could he react all of a sudden?
"You, you, you..." Song Weiyi stammered, pointing at him.
"You what? Mind your own business and wipe yourself, don't worry about me."
"How can I wipe with you like this? You pervert, I'm not wiping anymore." Song Weiyi glared at him, hastily pulled the blanket over, and covered Pei Yibai with it.
"Song Weiyi!" Pei Yibai was furious. Who stops halfway through something?
"Saying 'Song Weiyi' won't help, Song Weiyi refuses to continue. Just now I was almost scolded to death by the doctor, and if you make any more trouble, well, I'll just repeat the doctor's words to you, 'Young man, please control yourself.'" Song Weiyi made a face at him.
She swiftly grabbed her wash supplies, bypassing Pei Yibai, and slipped into the bathroom.
