"Xiaoqing, your poison has all been cured, you're fine now, but your body is too stained. Taking a hot bath will make you feel a bit more comfortable. You've just recovered and probably don't have much strength, I'll go call Yan Yan to help you bathe," Tangyu said.
"No—" Mo Xiaoqing stopped Tangyu, biting her lip and said, "You help me bath instead."
"Ah!" Tangyu was startled, staring at Mo Xiaoqing bewilderedly. He hadn't expected her to ask him to help her bathe—such an offer was undoubtedly like a pie falling from the sky. Bathing a beautiful woman—who wouldn't want to be that fool?
Mo Xiaoqing's face was as red as a freshly heated iron: "I don't want Yan Yan to see us like this."
