Not long after, Bibi Dong closed the door. Her delicate hands trembled slightly as she undid Jiang Chen's clothes.
Her heartbeat quickened slightly, and she suddenly felt a little nervous.
It's fine. He's just a child. Bibi Dong reassured herself inwardly, and she immediately calmed down, gently wiping Jiang Chen's body.
Jiang Chen was tall and slender, with a strong physique. The wounds on his body had already healed, though quite a bit of blood still stained him.
Bibi Dong carefully wiped him clean, her heart aching for him. At once, a perfect body appeared before her.
Every muscle on that body was shaped just right, perfect to the extreme.
Beneath his skin, golden light occasionally flickered. It was the glow emitted by the blood flowing through Jiang Chen's body.
Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly became somewhat dazed.
She had lived for decades, yet she had never seen such a perfect masculine body.
When Jiang Chen had undergone his tribulations before, she had seen his naked body a few times, but it had clearly not been as perfect as it was now.
She had no improper thoughts. At that moment, her gaze had been completely captivated by that ultimate beauty.
Only when her gaze moved to Jiang Chen's extraordinarily handsome face, as gentle as polished jade, did she finally snap out of it.
Her pretty face flushed in an instant. She immediately pulled over the blanket and covered Jiang Chen with it.
A moment later, her expression returned to normal. She entered the bathroom beside them and began washing up.
Five hours later, Jiang Chen woke up groggily, feeling something pressing down on him.
He opened his eyes and discovered a fair, smooth arm lying across his stomach.
Beside his bed lay a woman with an alluring silhouette—it was Bibi Dong.