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He had not even started to wipe himself, but Mu Nuanzhou already felt that she was so nervous that she was suffocating, and was about to faint.

He suddenly felt a little regretful. Why didn't he just leave and pick up some presents? Why did he come back?

It took a lot of effort before Mu Nuanzhou could calm her heart. With her face completely red, she untied Xiao Zhan's bathrobe, twisted the water in the towel until it was half dry, and started to prepare to clean his body. She took a deep breath and comforted herself, "To save my life, I have to take my time."

However … When her gaze landed on the upper half of the man's fine clothes, the courage she mustered with great difficulty instantly dissipated by more than half. She was still unable to put down her hand. Her eyes fluttered about, and she didn't dare to look at his body.

"This won't do. If this drags on, his head will really be burnt. Forget it, let's wipe it!" Mu Nuanzhou finished his final mental construction and knelt down beside the bed, staring at the muscular man's body with bated breath. Then he picked up the towel and gently wiped it, starting from the man's smooth and beautiful clavicle, along the lines of the well-defined muscles, across his rather broad chest, and over his smooth and strong lower abdomen, all the way until he became a mermaid line …

After wiping all of it, Mu Nuanzhou realized that she was covered in sweat, but wiping it once was useless, and had to be wiped multiple times in order to bring about a cooling effect. Fortunately, she had tried the first time and was not as nervous as before.

The radiator inside the room was too hot, so she simply took off her woolen coat, put on only a light yellow dress around her waist, and once again wrung out the towel. She sat sideways on the bed and began to wipe it carefully for the second time.

While Xiao Zhan was in a daze, he only felt that his body was at the dual levels of ice and fire, and his entire body was sometimes feeling uncomfortable, as if it was being burned, and sometimes cold, to the point that he couldn't help but shiver.

When his consciousness gradually returned to the cage and he finally opened his eyes and saw the scene before him, his pupils dilated several times in an instant.

From his point of view, he just so happened to see Mu Nuanzhou sitting on the side of the bed. The tender yellow waist of the dress outlined her unbearably slender waist, and she had her head lowered.

"Xiao Zhan's shock can be imagined. You... What are you doing? "

Mu Nuanzhou was currently lowered her head and wholeheartedly wiping the part where the man was born, when she suddenly heard a shocked and hoarse voice. She was given a fright as she raised her eyes, coincidentally meeting that pair of dark, heavy, and clear, and complicated eyes.

Her face instantly turned boiling hot, like a student who had been caught red-handed by his teacher. There was nowhere for her to hide, so she quickly took away the hand she had placed on him and stammered, "I … I see you have a fever and are trying to cool you down physically. Do you feel better now? Looks like this cooling temperature is quite effective. Then I don't need to continue wiping it, hurry up and pass the clothes around. "

Mu Nuanzhou said as he turned his back, meaning for him to quickly get dressed.

Xiao Zhan said lifelessly with a dry and hoarse voice. "No, I still feel hot." His body was even hotter than before.

"Still hot? That... Let's wipe it again! " Although it was difficult, Mu Nuanzhou could not really let him become a fool, so he braced himself and once again wrung the towel dry, but this time it was given to him, "Since you're awake, then you can wipe it yourself and I'll give you the towel."

Xiao Zhan laid on the bed, her eyes drooped as she glanced at the towel she handed to him, her head slanted arrogantly to the side, "I'm sick, I can't raise my hand." As he spoke, he coughed a few times.