บท 150: Symbol for Good Luck

Lu Jiao shuddered at the thought and she couldn't help but ask, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Xie Yunjin sighed and then carefully spoke, "I'm not used to a woman wiping my body."

Lu Jiao speechlessly raised an eyebrow. Why couldn't he have just spoken up instead of acting like a poor victim?

"If you are not used to it, you can just wipe yourself."

Lu Jiao handed him the handkerchief. After all, his legs were injured, not his hands. She could just jump in and help wipe his legs later. 

Xie Yunjin however, didn't take it. He stared at her and said slowly, "I have to get used to it sooner or later. You should do it."

Lu Jiao frowned. What was the meaning of that? How did this quick cleanup end up being so troublesome? Lu Jiao was a little annoyed and started to move quickly to get this over with. 

She moved too quickly, however, and the man in bed voiced, "It hurts. Slow down."