Even though Su Xuan thought this, after taking off his pants, there were no further actions.
After all, exposing oneself before a girl without being able to do anything was a rather frustrating matter.
Swish! The warm water streamed down Su Xuan's body, and the only piece of cloth covering his modesty quickly soaked through.
"Ah, I'll wash you now," Lin Mengxue's heart fluttered nervously, like a child caught doing something naughty. She was about to help wipe Su Xuan's back when her gaze concentrated on his abdomen, where there was a streak of blood.
"Su Xuan, what happened to your stomach?" Lin Mengxue became anxious.
Looking down, Su Xuan wiped it with his hand, and the fresh blood slowly seeped out again, forming a new bloodstain.
"Maybe I was scratched by something just now." Su Xuan made up an excuse, appearing indifferent. Such minor wounds had become an everyday affair for him.
