I didn't think of anything and quickly grabbed the towel from him and put it in front of me.

"Turn around and I'll have a look at your wound." Ming seemed to treat me as a patient instead of a woman.

Then he forced me to turn around.

"No, I'm fine." I blushed. "Go out first. I'll have my hair washed and go out."

I wasn't in the mood to take a bath.

"No." Ming looked serious and worried, "either I wash your hair for you, or you show me the wound now."

In the small bathroom, the white mist just rising from the hot water has almost disappeared. The more I thought about it, the more shy I was, but Ming was blocking up and didn't plan to leave.

My face was getting redder and redder so Ming seemed to be aware of my mind. He quickly took a big bath towel and put it on me and said, "I'll get a chair. You sit down. I'll wash the bubbles out of your hair and you come out with me."

"OK."

I quickly wrapped the towel around my body.

I felt safe all of a sudden.

Ming brought in a chair. I leaned my head against the chair. He adjusted the water temperature and washed my hair slowly.

I looked up and I could see Ming's face.

His long fingers cut through my hair. He washed the bubbles out of my hair slowly. He looked very serious.

When it was almost over, he realized that I was looking at him.

He looked at me first and smiled. Then his eyes changed...

He seemed to be looking at my...

I quickly realized that my bath towel was too low.

Half hidden could be the most deadly attraction.

I quickly covered my chest and blushed a little.

He didn't talk but washed my hair. He took a towel and wiped the excess water for me.

"I'll do the rest myself." I took the towel.

"It's almost wiped. Put on your housecoat and come out. I'll wait for you outside."

He turned and went out.

I quickly got up and touched the wound on my back. Because it was behind me, it didn't get too much water.

I put on my housecoat and went out.

After going out, I saw Ming holding a small medicine box. Naturally he said to me, "come to the bedroom."

With that, he went into the bedroom.

I saw him go in and I was a little flustered.

I hesitated for a moment and went in.

I went in and saw Ming open the medicine chest. There were gauze and ointment and other things in it. He took out the cotton swab so I realized I thought too much.

He patted the bed beside him and said, "come on, lie down. I'll see your wound."

"OK."

I leaned over and lay down.

I felt his warm fingers lift one side of my housecoat and expose my wound to the air.

He touched it with a cotton swab and examined it carefully before saying, "fortunately, the wound is not cracked. Next time, be careful, or I will not let you take a bath alone."

Though Ming's voice was gentle, it also carried some warnings.

I knew that if I had another problem next time, he may really help me take a bath.

"I won't. Thank you."

I shyly put down my housecoat and sat up.

I looked down and saw that his arm with the cotton swab was a little red. He was scalded just when he turned off the water.

I stretched out my hand. My fingertips gently fell on his red skin, "I'm sorry. I'll be careful next time."

"I'm fine." Ming put his sleeve down and threw the cotton swab into the garbage can beside him, "as long as you are OK."

Then suddenly there was silence in the air.

I looked up slightly. Ming was looking at me. His eyes flickered, as if...

He suddenly held my back with one hand and held my shoulder with the other hand and laid me down slightly.

The ambiguities in the air gradually spread.

Ming's movements were slow and light.

I was pulled by him and fell on the bed. He stared at my lips. He pulled the hair off my cheek with one hand and said softly, "Becky, will you marry me? I'll be nice to you and Lester."

"I..."

At this moment, my heart was struggling.

My mind was full of Sean.

I knew I shouldn't think about him and it was useless to think about him, but I couldn't help it.

Ming's hand caressed my eyes gently. My eyelashes trembled slightly under the pressure of his palm. He said, "you don't pay attention."

"Ming..."

"I know you can't accept me completely now, because you still have him in your heart. But it doesn't matter. I can wait, as long as you are willing to give me your future."

His hand rested on my cheek.

He bent over.

I knew exactly what he was going to do.

I knew Ming had done so much for me that I shouldn't turn him down.

And we were both adults. It was normal to do that.

I tried my best to persuade myself in my heart. In order not to let him see my inner panic, I closed my eyes.

A moment later, my body shook as he pressed his thin lips against mine.

My hand gave him a push.

My inner conflict left my hands completely out of control.

He sighed.

"I'm sorry." I couldn't help feeling guilty. "Give me a little more time. I will definitely let go of the past."

I opened my eyes and saw Ming's face a few centimeters from me.

He looked blue.

He made me feel more guilty.

I knew I shouldn't do that.

Ming raised his hand and pulled the hair off my forehead. He lowered his head slightly and kissed me on the forehead.

He looked up again. He still had a gentle smile in his eyes, "don't put too much pressure on yourself. It doesn't matter to me."

Although he said it didn't matter.

I still felt clearly that his body had changed.

"Thank you."

I looked at him and didn't know what to say.

Ming sat up from the bed. He looked down at his deformed waistband and gave a wry smile. He covered it with his hands and said to me, "don't worry too much. I am very confident that I will satisfy you."

His words made me blush again.

I didn't know why he suddenly thought of this. I said quickly, "I have no doubt. Don't think too much."

"I know, but it has to do with the dignity of men. I think I need to tell you in advance." Ming stood up. "I'll go to the bathroom and calm it down. Clean up yourself and we'll leave in a moment."

With that, he went out.

I heard him enter the bathroom. I couldn't help thinking that I didn't find Ming a pornographic person before.