In the small bathroom, fresh water poured continuously from the showerhead.
Lu PingAn stood beneath it, washing the blood and sweat from his body.
He did not have a cleanliness obsession, but after every killing, whenever circumstances allowed, he would find somewhere to wash up.
"Xiao Mu, why don't we wash together?"
Outside the open bathroom door stood a Mud Doll who also needed a bath.
The Little Guy had won too, and won easily. But against fighters willing to risk their lives, getting through completely uninjured and unstained by blood was unrealistic.
The injuries were not serious, and Lu PingAn had already bandaged her up.
But an injured person with an arm wound would find it troublesome to wash alone. In Lu PingAn's view, they might as well wash together.
"No, Old Pervert Brother Lu. Grandpa Xiao Mu said girls have to bathe by themselves."
"Tch. What kind of girl is an eight-year-old? Fine, then let's keep it simple. Little Guy, wrap yourself in a towel and come over. I'll help you wash your hair."
"...Really, there's no need."
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
Seeing that the little girl was actually refusing to follow orders, Lu PingAn wrapped himself in a towel and ran out, still dripping wet.
He scooped up the struggling girl and gave her a sniff—well, there was none of that fragrant scent from novels. Sweat and blood were both present in abundance.
"...You stink already, yet you still won't wash. Relax, I'm very good at this."
With that, he carried the Little Guy inside without a care and began scrubbing her vigorously.
Don't get the wrong idea. He had no interest in the completely undeveloped Little Guy; he was simply helping her wash her hair. Even so, she resisted fiercely.
A fist