Not Much to Eat

Xiaoyi was ready. Let the storm come at full speed!

"Ah!!! …Eh??"

Xiaoyi gritted his teeth. Before he could cry out in pain, he felt a different sensation on his back. It didn't hurt at all.

Jiang Danhe had already practiced the intensity of his strength on Zhuang Zhuang, so he was able to do it with ease now. He is now better at gauging the amount of strength to apply when scrubbing Xiaoyi's back.

"It feels good. So good."

Xiaoyi looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Zhuang Zhuang looked at Xiaoyi in disbelief. Is it good? How was that possible? His back was still burning with pain.

As the water was turning cold, Jiang Danhe rinsed them quickly and put on clean clothes for them.

It was Jiang Danhe's first time putting on clothes for a child, so he was a little flustered. He got the pants inside out and tied the belt of the robes wrongly. It took him a long time to get the boys dressed.