Qiao Chengxun smiled slightly and walked to her side, looking down at her cute round face, "I've taken your poison."
"I don't want to talk to you about such dirty topics, I'm going to take a shower."
"Together."
"Get lost..."
Wen Meimei turned around and left.
Qiao Chengxun was relentless, "Meimei, let's shower together."
"No."
"I'll help you wash."
"No need, I have my own hands and feet."
"Your hand is injured, so I have to help you wash." Qiao Chengxun said casually, then reached out and picked up the girl horizontally, striding into the master bedroom's bathroom.
Wen Meimei initially struggled a bit, but considering his right arm's injury, she dared not be too reckless and was quickly subdued by him.
Under the careful training of a certain pervert, Wen Meimei was like a newborn baby, her hand wrapped in a bandage was hung high, unable to move at all.
Qiao Chengxun enthusiastically bathed the girl, nearly whistling a tune.
