Ouyang Xiaojun took a deep breath and said, "You... could you please take off your clothes."
Lou Ming, lying on the bed, mumbled something indistinct. Ouyang Xiaojun couldn't quite make out what he said. By the time she decided to ask again, Lou Ming had already closed his eyes, seemingly fallen asleep.
Ouyang Xiaojun stood still for a moment.
For a brief moment, she really wanted to throw the towel straight into the basin and turn around to leave, but eventually she gritted her teeth and endured it, reaching out to undo the buttons on Lou Ming's shirt.
He hadn't changed his clothes since coming back; he was still wearing the shirt from outside.
Since he was lying on his back, fortunately, the buttons weren't too difficult to undo. After unbuttoning them, she didn't think of helping him take off his shirt, merely spreading it open.
On his abdomen, there were several criss-cross scars. Although their color had faded, she had seen them before they healed.
