Lu Zhaoyan smiled reassuringly, "It's alright, take your time."
Weichi stared at him with a puzzled face, "You seem to not mind at all?"
Lu Zhaoyan was clueless, "Why should I mind? I'm talking about you, you're the one who should mind."
Weichi was at a loss for words, that seemed about right, but...
Lu Zhaoyan said, "Alright, you've gotten injured because of me, so you have to help me tonight."
Weichi asked, "Help you with what?"
Lu Zhaoyan declared righteously, "Bathing, of course. My hand is injured; I can't undress or bathe myself, so I need someone strong to help, don't I?"
After causing me so much pain, who else are you to serve?
Weichi felt guilty and had no good reason to refuse.
"Alright."
Actually, this wasn't the first time Weichi had helped Lu Zhaoyan take a bath. The last time Lu Zhaoyan was drunk, Weichi had been the one to take care of him.
It was actually quite simple.