Seeing her actions, Lu Zhanbei squinted slightly, catching a glimpse of her rosy earlobes, he instantly smiled so much that his eyes were narrowed: "Can you wash it clean with your eyes closed?"
"Uh..."
She nodded absentmindedly, then her hand tightened as the man's large hand pressed over, enveloping her small hand and the abalone together: "Or, should I wash this for you?"
Hearing this, Gu Qianqian quickly widened her eyes: "No, no no no, let me wash it!"
My God!
This thing looks so inappropriate, she was already embarrassed washing it herself. If Lu Zhanbei took over, Gu Qianqian would absolutely refuse: "I must be the one to wash this..."
"Why?"
"Because, because..."
Of course, she dared not tell him the truth. She could only point at the various shells in his tub: "You've already washed so many, how can I make you wash it? Right?"
"That's fine!"
She became even more anxious, and waved her hands: "No no no,..."