Song Qingshu nodded, picked up a towel and dipped it in water, then began wiping Lu Wushuang down.
Lu Wushuang was tense from head to toe, terrified that he might touch her body. But she soon relaxed. He had not lied to her; his hand was extremely steady, accurately placing the towel against her neck to wipe it, without even letting his fingers brush her skin.
"Is the pressure too hard? Should I be gentler?" Song Qingshu asked tentatively.
"Gentler... be gentler," Lu Wushuang replied somewhat flusteredly.
"All right, I'll be gentler." As soon as Song Qingshu said it, he realized the phrase sounded rather ambiguous and could not help laughing silently.
Lu Wushuang felt his movements become exceedingly gentle, as gentle as a lover's caress. She did not know why such a thought had occurred to her. She had neither had a lover nor been caressed like that before, yet the thought had surfaced in her mind all the same.
She had already been embarrassed, and when she saw the smile at the corner of his lips, she became even more mortified.
As she was letting her imagination run wild, she suddenly heard him speak. "Pull back the blanket."
"Ah?" Lu Wushuang cried out, turning to look at him in astonishment. Only then did she realize that he had finished wiping her neck and needed to wipe the rest of her body next.
Although she knew he was blindfolded and could not see anything, Lu Wushuang was still embarrassed beyond measure. Under the blanket, she was wearing only her closest-fitting undergarments, with most of her body exposed.
Seeing that she remained still for a long time, Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Are you feeling shy?"
"Of course not~" Lu Wushuang was stubborn by nature. Unwilling to admit defeat, she gave