The Old Master Is Really Mean
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After bandaging Han Xiao, Fu Tingyu began to dress the wounds on himself. Since it was difficult for him to do anything with his upper body, he first bandaged the wounds on his leg.
Han Xiao picked up the plain black clothes, almost torn into rags, and put them on. When he zipped it up, he saw Fu Tingyu bandaging his wounds. He said, "Take off your clothes."
"Huh?" Fu Tingyu looked up at him.
Han Xiao: "I'll bandage your wound."
Fu Tingyu was speechless.
Han Xiao and Fu Tingyu were both germaphobic people, and they didn't have the habit of exposing themselves. Even if the person opposite them was a man, they didn't like to take off their clothes.
When they studied martial arts on the mountain, they had never exposed their backs, no matter how hot the weather. When they showered, they did it separately.
So now, Fu Tingyu could experience what Han Xiao felt when he asked him to take off his clothes earlier.
It was extraordinary.