Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

A short while later, Fu Xuan pushed open the door again and returned to Lu Ze's room.

This time she was carrying a basin, the hot water inside steaming, and a clean white towel draped over the rim.

Her rosy cheeks were flushed, whether from the steam or something else, I couldn't tell.

She placed the washbasin on the bedside table, and when she opened her mouth, she was sure to say something shocking.

"Take off your clothes."

"What?"

Lu Ze was stunned, his eyes wide open, and he subconsciously clenched the collar of his hospital gown, looking at Fu Xuan with an incredulous expression.

Why has this girl suddenly become so unrestrained?

"What are you thinking? I just wanted you to take off your clothes so I could wipe your body."

Fu Xuan could tell from his guarded expression that he had misunderstood.

She placed the basin steadily, reached in to scoop out the towel from the basin, wrung it out, and deftly unfolded it to show him, indicating that what she said was not what he thought it meant.

Fu Xuan remained as composed as ever, but he used more force when wringing the towel than usual, and a faint blush crept onto his ears.

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Ze awkwardly touched his nose and obediently reached out to unbutton his hospital gown.

This outfit was issued by Dan Ding Si; it's a loose-fitting white cotton garment, somewhat similar to the one Xi Lin wore back then.

However, he can only unbutton his clothes with one hand now, and his movements are slow and clumsy. The wound on his shoulder also causes him a dull pain from time to time.

Seeing that he was having difficulty using one hand, Fu Xuan put down the towel and reached out to help him untie it.

Her fingers were slender and fair, with slightly cool fingertips, yet her movements were exceptionally nimble.

One, two, three—the buttons on the hospital gown obediently came undone one by one in her hands.

Lu Ze looked down at the small hands busy on his chest. She was surprisingly serious as she did this, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were calculating a hexagram that required precise calculation.

A strange emotion quietly surfaced from a corner of my heart, warm yet unfamiliar.

"Raise your hand."

Fu Xuan was unaware of his change, as all his attention was focused on unbuttoning the buttons.

Lu Ze obediently did as she asked, raising his uninjured hand so she could pull the sleeve off his arm.

All the clothes have been taken off.

Fu Xuan picked up the towel again and carefully wiped Lu Ze's skin that was not covered by bandages.

From the neck to the collarbone, from the back of the shoulder to the other intact arm.

The warm towel moved slowly across his skin, creating a stark contrast with her other hand, which was resting on his shoulder. The difference in temperature made the sensations of the two hands particularly distinct.

The upper body was wiped down quickly.

Lu Ze felt much refreshed and was about to thank her when he saw Fu Xuan soak the towel in the water again, rub it, and wring it out.

Then she did something completely unexpected—she shoved the towel into his hand, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was half a tone lower than before.

"You can do the rest yourself."

Lu Ze looked at the towel in his hand, then at her face, which was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and a wicked idea suddenly popped into his head.

"My hand is injured and it's inconvenient for me to move around. Why don't you lend me a hand?" he said in a feigned troubled tone, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Fu Xuan froze.

She stood motionless, the blush on her face deepening visibly, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck, even her exquisite long pink hair seemed to tremble slightly.

Her lips opened and closed repeatedly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't form any words.

Until she saw the barely suppressed smile on Lu Ze's lips—she instantly realized that this guy was teasing her.

"Lu Ze, you scoundrel!"

Her voice was a mixture of shyness and annoyance, sounding both reproachful and irritating.

Before she could finish speaking, she had already turned around and rushed out of the room without looking back.

Then, with a loud bang, the door slammed shut, even harder than before, making the door frame tremble.