"I don't need your help to wash, I can wash myself!" Tianxin struggled and somehow managed to press closer to Chen Yiran.
"Stop moving around!" Chen Yiran grabbed her arm and mercilessly rinsed her from top to bottom with the showerhead, then quickly poured some shampoo in his hand, worked it into a lather, and smooshed it all over Tianxin's head.
"Ouch, be gentler..." Tianxin's long hair got tugged by Chen Yiran abruptly, causing her to yelp in pain.
"If you would just stay still, there wouldn't be any problem." Chen Yiran gave her an annoyed look, then quickly worked her hair into a froth and rinsed it clean with the showerhead, and then...
He hesitated for two seconds, poured some body wash onto a bath puff, pulled Tianxin towards him, and continued to swiftly scrub her down.
"Yiran brother..." While he was applying the body wash, Tianxin, covered in slippery suds, struggled and lunged towards Chen Yiran again.
