Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 101 - 96 Why don’t I just do it myself?

Xu Qian turned around, placed the towel into the basin to soak in the warm water, and then wrung it out until it was just damp. With that done, she prepared to wash him with the towel, which was still letting off a faint steam.

Wang Jian was embarrassed and tried to take the towel to do it himself. "Maybe... I should do it myself."

Listening to Wang Jian’s words and watching his movements, Xu Qian said nothing, simply shooting him a fierce glare. Her glare was particularly lethal. Wang Jian hesitated and swallowed his words, explaining, "It’s not that. It’s just, I’ve never had anyone wait on me like this since I grew up, so I’m not quite used to it."

"Aren’t you injured?" Xu Qian said irritably. "And it’s your arm. If you could use any strength, you would’ve gone to the bathroom to wash up long ago."

"I’m not serving you," Xu Qian huffed. "I’m taking care of an injured person, understand?"

"Ah... I get it, I get it." Wang Jian chuckled foolishly. Now that she had put it that way, there was no point in being difficult. "Then I’ll have to trouble you, Boss Xu, to give me a good scrub. After running up and down the mountains all day, I really can’t sleep without washing up."

Seeing Wang Jian give in, Xu Qian laughed. "HAHAHA. Just lie there and be good."

As she spoke, she patted Wang Jian’s face with the towel, rubbing gently a couple of times before cradling his head to wipe the back of it as well. At that moment, Wang Jian’s head was nestled against her chest. Afraid of aggravating his wound, Xu Qian was extremely careful. All her attention was on the towel, so she didn’t notice where his head was resting, nor where his eyes were looking.

Wang Jian’s nose twitched. The sensation was slightly suffocating yet thoroughly enjoyable, and the fresh, pleasant scent of her shower gel filled his senses. Being taken care of isn’t so bad after all. It’s actually pretty nice.

After wiping his face, Xu Qian rinsed the towel and placed it on Wang Jian’s stomach. She was extra diligent when washing his upper body. Because the injured area was large, she only dared to trace along the edge of his bandages, careful not to get them wet. Xu Qian even carefully wiped down his arms and hands.

As for Wang Jian, once he resigned himself to it, he truly began to enjoy it. Lying on the bed, he moved only as Xu Qian instructed. When Xu Qian bent low to wipe his body, Wang Jian’s gaze naturally drifted downward to watch her.

Given that Xu Qian’s nightgown was already thin, and now she was bending over, it was obvious what Wang Jian could see. Thinking of the wonderful atmosphere from moments before, combined with this very direct view, Wang Jian’s mind flashed back to that morning when he had brought Cai Qiong home. He’d told Xu Qian to wash up and wait for him tonight.

Now, the scene and the reason were a bit off, but Xu Qian was indeed freshly washed and right here with him. A jolt of excitement shot through Wang Jian, and his emotions flared.

His reaction was now unmistakably clear to Xu Qian.

"What are you thinking about?" Xu Qian had just finished his stomach and was about to continue downward when she encountered the ’troublesome’ obstacle. "Move it, it’s in the way."

She paused, the towel held at his waistline as a trickle of water dripped from it and slid down his skin.

"Thinking about you. How am I supposed to move this...?" Wang Jian gave a wry smile. He had just been letting his thoughts wander. Seeing her fall silent and just look at him, he had no choice but to use his good hand to make a slight adjustment. "Is this okay? Please continue, Boss Xu."

"Naughty." Watching his little maneuver, Xu Qian shot him a look so full of charm that his head spun.

"Qianqian, let’s stop washing..."

Wang Jian grabbed her small hand, pressing the wet towel between them and soaking a large patch of the bedsheets.

"What are you doing? Let go," Xu Qian said, tugging at her hand. When she couldn’t pull it free, she had to plead in a soft voice, "What are you thinking? Let me finish wiping you down; you’re covered in sweat."

Of course, Xu Qian knew exactly what was on his mind. Seeing that Wang Jian wouldn’t let go and was just staring at her, Xu Qian blushed. "Let me finish," she insisted.

Her voice had a coy, reproachful tone that struck Wang Jian right in the heart. He immediately let go and broke into a foolish grin.

Seeing his silly expression, Xu Qian couldn’t help but laugh as she continued wiping him down with the wet towel.

"Hmph!" Xu Qian spat softly to herself, ignoring him, but she was well aware of what was happening to her own body. Her legs felt a little weak.

The towel moved from his stomach to his legs. The warm, damp cloth felt incredibly comfortable against his skin, and as it passed, the evaporating moisture left behind a refreshingly cool sensation. Xu Qian even had him turn over so she could finish washing his entire body.

Having a woman like this take care of you feels so good. Wang Jian’s heart felt warm and full.

They had taken so long that the once-warm water had turned cold.

"This is all your fault!" Xu Qian murmured. "A quick wipe-down would have been enough, but we ended up taking half an hour. Now the water’s cold."

After her complaint, Xu Qian bent over to clean up the basin and the water on the floor.

What a great view. The thought popped into Wang Jian’s mind. He watched her back, the bathrobe clinging tightly to her figure in a way he really liked. It was a shame his shoulder was injured, making it hard to move. Otherwise, he would have definitely given her a little smack on the behind.

Just as he was thinking that, Xu Qian straightened up, and the lovely view was gone.

"Where are you going?"

"To dump the water. Where else?"

"Hurry back." Wang Jian grinned. "I’ll be waiting for you."

"As if I’d come back just because you asked. You’re injured, so you should just stay put," Xu Qian said before pushing the door open and leaving.

Wang Jian’s mouth hung open. He watched her depart and the door click shut, then silently pulled a nearby blanket over his lap.

What kind of mess is this...? I didn’t have any ideas at first, but how could I not have a reaction when she was washing me like that? I’m no saint. It really wasn’t my fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Xu Qian for being too beautiful.

His mind filled with images of Xu Qian, and he couldn’t help but smile foolishly to himself.

Wang Jian was exhausted. He felt cool and refreshed after his wash, and lying there was so comfortable that he felt drowsy almost immediately. The moment his eyes closed, he was fast asleep.

However, in the middle of a pleasant dream, Wang Jian was suddenly startled awake by what felt like an urgent need to use the restroom. He felt a strange sensation—cool and wet, as if he were soaking in water. The feeling was both comfortable and ticklish, and he jolted fully awake, terrified he was wetting the bed.

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned to see another person in the room. He hadn’t turned off the light before falling asleep, so he could see her clearly.

"Why are you here?"