"What?" Weilan exclaimed in astonishment.
Lu Hechen watched her quietly for a while, his gaze natural, filled with amusement.
Weilan felt uneasy under his scrutiny and could only say seriously, "Brother Hechen, no need, I can wash myself, I didn't realize I overslept."
"It's no trouble, just a helping hand, no need for thanks," Lu Hechen said lightly.
Who's being polite with him?
Weilan's face was flushed with blood. "I'm not being polite, this is, this is my privacy, I, I..."
Seeing her like that, a glimmer flashed in the depths of Lu Hechen's eyes, his pupils narrowed, and he smiled, saying, "It's just washing clothes, how has it come to involve privacy? Are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous," Weilan quickly denied, "I feel embarrassed."
"What's there to be embarrassed about?"
"It's underwear."
"Of course, it's underwear. Aren't we washing the outer clothes in the washing machine?"
"..."
What is he even talking about?
