Qiao Jing stared wide-eyed at Zhan Qipei.
"I have an injury on my rib and my leg, and I haven't bathed for several days. Even though it's winter, not bathing for so many days makes me feel very uncomfortable. Especially my back, I can manage to wipe the front myself, but I can't reach the back," Zhan Qipei explained.
Qiao Jing frowned, "You could ask Tang Yan to help you."
"I'm not comfortable with other people touching me, I'm a germaphobe."
"You're a germaphobe? And yet you're asking me to scrub your back?" Qiao Jing said incredulously.
"I don't have a problem with you," Zhan Qipei asserted.
He almost blurted out the words "I like it when you touch me."
If he had said that out loud, Qiao Jing definitely wouldn't have agreed to scrub his back.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to take advantage of me by saying that?" Qiao Jing skeptically sized up Zhan Qipei.