The two inside the room harbored distinctly different thoughts.
Wang Xiaolong's wooden tub, bandages, and silver needles were all intended for treating Li Qiao'er's injuries.
But Li Qiao'er mistakenly believed that these were prepared for that kind of activity.
She walked over hesitantly, didn't step into the tub, but rather, clutching Wang Xiaolong's hand, she shyly said, "Just washing in the tub is fine, the other things... let's not... use them."
Wang Xiaolong raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"I... I've never dealt with these things, I'm a bit uncomfortable, you... if you like, we can take it step by step later on."
"Aren't these all essential things? What's there to be uncomfortable about?"
Essential?
Li Qiao'er's expression froze.
Had the tastes of young people changed?
In the past, most young couples would simply turn off the lights and tussle under the covers.
