Li Mu Yang crossed his arms over his chest and warily stared at the four pretty young maids before him.
"Young Master, please let Chu Yao help you change."
"Young Master, let Zhai Hua undo your hair for you."
"Young Master, don't be nervous. Let Ting Xue scrub your back. Just look at how far you've walked."
"Young Master, don't be like this, Young Master. Don't run!"
Li Mu Yang's body retreated again and again. When he backed all the way to the doorway, he turned and tried to flee outside.
Bang!
He collided head-on with a woman.
"Ow!" the girl cried out, clutching her forehead as she looked at Li Mu Yang, who was trying to escape. She quickly reached out and grabbed him. "Young Master Mu Yang, where are you going?"
"What are they here for?" Li Mu Yang asked, pointing at the four girls as beautiful as flowers and jade.
"Pfft."
Jing'er giggled. "Naturally, they're here to attend to Young Master Mu Yang while he bathes."
"No, no need." Li Mu Yang waved his hands repeatedly. "I don't need anyone to attend to me. I can wash myself. I've always washed myself before."
Heaven and earth could bear witness—Li Mu Yang really had always bathed by himself.
Of course, even if he had wanted someone to help him wash, he wouldn't have been able to find anyone. Luo Qi had helped him wash for several years, though.
Who would have thought that after arriving in Tianyu, and at Lu Mansion no less, four people would come just to bathe him? Every one of them was so young, and every one of them was so beautiful. Where had this cloth-clad youth from Jiangnan City ever seen such a grand spectacle?
With four people rubbing and scrubbing his back