"Little bitch," Xue Yang muttered, but he mercifully lowered the water pressure slightly and even adjusted the temperature. With the water now just hitting Meng Yao's back, he felt that he was treating him quite well. He reached for a bottle of shampoo and held it out to him. "Eh! Take that. You can wash your own hair, can't you?"

Looking at him critically, he snorted. "Kinda looks like you've forgotten how to do it. You're quite the little pig for someone so weirded out by fluids."