He wants to help her?!
Shock and surprise trembled within the usually calm eyes of Qiao Jing, utterly astonished by the man's words.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"I do, don't worry, I'll close my eyes and won't peek," Zhan Qipei said, exuding the image of an extreme gentleman while speaking.
"You're a patient, it's inconvenient for you, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Zhan Qipei added.
Besides, last time when you were drunk, you lay naked on his bed, he saw everything. And you dragged him onto the bed, the cotton blanket pressing down on him, leaving him breathless and panting.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can manage on my own," Qiao Jing pushed away Zhan Qipei's hand and hobbled toward the bathroom.
Zhan Qipei watched Qiao Jing's retreating figure, his chest visibly heaving.
This woman, why is she so stubborn? Can't she be frail like a normal woman?