“Mom, I’m tired.”
Shen Yu flatly refused. “I spent all day cutting wheat. My hands are sore, and I can barely lift them.”
That was the truth.
This body really had reached its limit. His hands had even been trembling while he was eating just now.
Wang Xiulan froze for a moment. Looking at the slightly pale face of her “daughter-in-law,” she felt a little reluctant to force her.
Just as Wang Xiulan was hesitating over whether she should do it herself, Cheng An’an’s voice came from the inner room.
“Ohhh—my body is so itchy—”
“Could I have gotten lice? It feels so uncomfortable—”
“If only someone could wipe me down—”
Her voice was so deliberately coy and affected that it gave anyone listening goosebumps.
Shen Yu’s fists clenched.
That woman was definitely doing this on purpose!
The moment Wang Xiulan heard that, the scales in her heart immediately tipped.
“An’an, you’ll just have to do this for Yu’er.”
Wang Xiulan urged her, “Look at how uncomfortable he is. You’re his wife. If you don’t care about him, who will?”
“Besides, he was the one who ate that chicken leg just now. Think of it as doing him a little favor.”
Shen Yu: “…”
Was he the one who wanted to give up the chicken leg?
It had been stolen from him!
“Mom, I really can’t.”
Shen Yu continued his final struggle. “Men and women shouldn’t be too physically familiar.”
“Pfft.”
A laugh escaped from the inner room before it could be held back.
Wang Xiulan laughed too. “You silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? You two are husband and wife. What do you mean, men and women shouldn’t be physically familiar? You even sleep under the same quilt. And you’re still shy?”
She simply assumed the young daughter-in-law was too embarrassed because she was bashful.
Wang Xiulan simply shoved the washbasin into Shen Yu’s arms and pushed him toward the inner room.
Caught completely off guard, Shen Yu had no choice but to carry the basin and shuffle his way inside.
The moment he entered, he saw Cheng An’an’s infuriating face.
“Oh, you’re here? My good wife?”
Cheng An’an gave a whistle, looking every bit like a shameless rogue.
Shen Yu slammed the washbasin onto the bedside table, splashing several drops of water out.
“Cheng An’an, don’t push your luck.”
Lowering his voice, Shen Yu forced the words through clenched teeth. “You want me to wipe your body? Dream on.”
“Tsk, tsk, don’t be so angry.”
Seeing him looking as though he wanted to devour her alive, Cheng An’an was in an excellent mood.
“This is Mom’s order. If you refuse, Mom will be hurt.”
Cheng An’an shrugged nonchalantly. “My body is really itchy right now. If you don’t wipe me down, I’ll call Mom in here.”
With that, she pretended to open her mouth.
“Mom—”
“Shut up.”
Shen Yu immediately covered her mouth with his hand.
His palm touched her warm lips.
His hand recoiled as though he had been electrocuted, and he disgustedly wiped it against his clothes.
“I’m not doing it.”
“Oh, don’t say that.”
Cheng An’an spoke sympathetically. “I know you’re shy. After all, men and women are different.”
Shen Yu sneered inwardly.
You know men and women are different?
Cheng An’an spread her hands helplessly.
“Then let it fester.”
“It’s your body that’ll get gross, not mine.”
“If you develop heat rash or bedsores, you’ll be the one suffering.”
Shen Yu: “…”
That was true.
The body belonged to him.
If he really let it get sick, he would be the one suffering after they switched back.
But…
He simply couldn’t get past that psychological barrier.
“How about this?”
Cheng An’an noticed his hesitation. “We switch back.”
Shen Yu suddenly raised his head.
“Switch back?”
“Exactly.”
Cheng An’an spoke as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Once we switch back, I’ll be the one wiping you down. I don’t dislike you, and I don’t mind touching you all over. Don’t worry, I’m very good at this. I guarantee I’ll get you sparkling clean, without a speck of grime left!”
Shen Yu’s face instantly darkened.
“Not a chance.”
He would rather grow mushrooms all over his body than let this woman touch him!
“This won’t work, and that won’t work. What exactly do you want?”
Cheng An’an was getting impatient too.
“Fine, I’ll compromise again.”
She cleared her throat and began seriously trying to convince him.
“We don’t switch bodies. But you can look at it from another perspective.”
“Right now, your soul is inside my body.”
“You’re wiping the body lying on that bed.”
“Essentially, you’re wiping your own body.”
“It’s just a different pair of hands.”
“It’s like using your left hand to scrub dirt off your right hand. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
Shen Yu frowned.
It sounded like complete nonsense.
But when he thought about it carefully…
It somehow made a little sense.
If he stopped thinking of the person lying on the bed as Cheng An’an and instead regarded the body as an object that belonged to him—
It became much easier to accept.
Shen Yu picked up the basin and wrung out the towel.
The steaming towel felt a little hot in his hand.
He had been accustomed to seeing his own face in the mirror every day. But now, looking at it from an outsider’s perspective…
The more he looked, the more roguish it seemed.
Downright sleazy!
Shen Yu vigorously wiped his face several times, as if he could scrub the sleazy look away.
“Mmm… yes… right there. A little harder…”
Cheng An’an let out a comfortable sigh from the bed.
“Husband, you’re pretty good at this. I’ll teach you a massage technique later. I guarantee it’ll feel even better.”
The force in Shen Yu’s hand suddenly increased.
“Ow—are you trying to murder your own husband?!” Cheng An’an cried out.
“Shut up.”
Shen Yu snapped at her, though his movements became slightly gentler.
Next came her neck, then her chest.
Shen Yu undid the buttons, revealing a firm chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.
Although he had been paralyzed for some time, his physical foundation was still there, and the lines of his muscles remained clearly visible.
Thankfully, he hadn’t become painfully thin.
The warm towel passed over his skin.
Cheng An’an narrowed her eyes comfortably.
The upper half of his body was clean.
Next came the main event.
Shen Yu’s hand stopped at the waistband of his pants.
The air suddenly froze.
“Why did you stop?”
Cheng An’an opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion.
“You haven’t wiped down there yet.”
Shen Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Down there.
That was…
“Turn around,” Shen Yu suddenly said.
“Face the other way.”
“Don’t look.”
Cheng An’an nodded.
“Okay, okay, okay.”
She struggled to turn her neck and buried her face into the pillow.
Her shoulders, however, kept trembling.
She was clearly trying not to laugh.
Shen Yu couldn’t be bothered with her.
He quickly reached out and undid the waistband.
His pants were pulled down.
Shen Yu tried his best not to look at that particular area and hurriedly wiped it a few times with the towel.
Just then—
Something unexpected happened.
An object that had been lying dormant suddenly seemed to wake up under the stimulation of the hot towel, like a giant roc spreading its wings.
It took flight!
And this roc looked rather impressive.
It stood rigidly upright, pointing straight toward the ceiling.
Shen Yu froze completely.
His hand was still holding the towel, suspended awkwardly in midair, caught between advancing and retreating.
His eyes were fixed on that suddenly vigorous fellow, and his mind went completely blank.
This… this…
How was this possible?!
This body was clearly paralyzed.
Although the doctor had said it wasn’t completely dead and that there was still a possibility of recovery, that particular part had shown no response whatsoever since the injury.
How could it…
Before Shen Yu could recover from his shock—
Cheng An’an on the bed had somehow turned her head back around…