Song Xiaodong finished washing Miao Qingqing's feet and then prepared some water and a towel for her, so Miao Xuanxuan could wipe down her body herself. He simply couldn't do that for her.
After twenty minutes or so, Song Xiaodong carried Miao Xuanxuan out of the bathroom. Once she sat on the sofa, she stretched her arms and said, "Now I feel really refreshed. Not bathing for two or three days almost killed me with my own stench."
"It's just a wipe-down, is it really that big of a deal?" Miao Qingqing gave Miao Xuanxuan a sideways glance.
Miao Xuanxuan returned the look, "You haven't gone days without a shower. If you had, you'd know how unbearable it is."
Miao Qingqing quickly retorted, "Well, I don't want to try it."
Miao Xuanxuan wiggled her toes and said, "Still, I wiped myself down, and it wasn't quite satisfying. Having my brother-in-law wash my feet—that felt nice."
