Tomb Robber: Oops, I think I met a tomb robber.

"The next step is to wash your face. You can shave after you take a shower."

Qiuyue said with a smile, turning around and picking up the soap again. Because he had just washed his hair, the water that flowed down had already wet his face. Qiuyue didn't need to wet it again. She directly took the soap and began to scrub his face. Seeing that he had his eyes open, Qiuyue said, "A Kun, close your eyes, otherwise it will get into your eyes later."

Hearing this, he closed his eyes that had been looking at her and let the soft little hands rub and knead his face.

Qiuyue washed very carefully. When she saw his long and curled eyelashes, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and then she took the soap and rubbed his beard.

His beard was neither long nor short, and it felt prickly to the touch, but even so, Qiuyue still carefully scrubbed it all with soap, even though the beard would be shaved off later.

After rubbing everything, the skin color hidden underneath the dirt finally saw the light of day. The muddy water was all black, and Qiuyue's white and tender hands were also all black. She put down the soap and picked up the gourd ladle to scoop water again. Before pouring, she did not forget to remind him: "I'm pouring water, Ah Kun, you must not open your eyes."

After reminding him, she slowly poured the water from the gourd ladle down his face, and at the same time used her small hands to help scrub his face. If one ladle was not enough, she would use two ladles. She didn't put down the gourd ladle until his face was completely washed. By this time, his cloak and Qiuyue's skirt had been splashed with water.

Qiuyue wrung out the towel soaked in the basin and wiped his face dry before saying, "Okay, you can open your eyes this time."

After hearing Qiuyue's words, he opened his eyes and met her curved eyebrows. Her eyes seemed to contain bright stars, twinkling and very beautiful.

"After washing your face, you should take a shower. A-Kun, you..."

Qiuyue looked at him and saw that he was suddenly stuck in his speech. Hesitation appeared on her face and she asked in a low voice: "A Kun, you, you can wash it yourself, right?"

Qiuyue looked at him, and he looked at Qiuyue. They stared at each other for a long time. Qiuyue slowly widened her eyes, and a visibly flushed face began to appear, and tears of shame gradually filled her eyes.

She looked at him in disbelief and said, "A Kun, you..."

She was speechless in the middle of her sentence, bit her lower lip and covered her face. After a long while, she put her hand down, her eyes dodging, her ears red, and she said in a trembling voice: "I, I'll teach you, you learn it."

At this moment, the people in the live broadcast room were completely blown away, and they were once again frantically @ Yunyun. In another world, Hei Xiazi looked at Zhang Qiling who was sitting next to him and said, "Dumb, is it really possible that you forgot how to clean yourself when you were gifted by God?"

Zhang Qiling remained silent under his gaze, and only spoke slowly after a while.

"do not know."

"do not know?!"

Hei Xia Zi stared at him in disbelief, and his voice was so loud that it startled the official who was taking notes nearby. Hei Xia Zi raised his hand and waved at them, telling them to continue working and not to worry about this. Then he pointed at Zhang Qiling and took a long time to utter a word.

"Do you think I'll believe it?!"

Here, Hei Xia Zi was greeting Zhang Qiling enthusiastically, but Qiu Yue was almost embarrassed to the point of wanting to find a hole to hide in.

When she decided to wipe the body of Zhang Qiling in front of her, she was so embarrassed that her whole face turned red. She pursed her soft lips tightly, not daring to look at him. She lowered her head and untied the wet cloak on him with trembling hands.

The moment she untied it, the two sleeves of the cloak that had previously transformed suddenly disappeared, and it once again turned into a pure cloak. Qiuyue looked away, wrapped the cloak around his waist based on her feeling, then turned around and picked up the basin to scoop new water.

When she placed the basin of water in front of him, Qiuyue suppressed her shyness and raised her head, finally seeing his upper body. However, when she saw the dirt and blood stains, and even the coagulated blood clots, Qiuyue's original embarrassment disappeared instantly as if she had been splashed with cold water, and her heart tightened again.

You know, the dozen or so zongzi that Zhang Qiling killed before were all killed by twisting their necks, so where did the blood clots in his body come from?

Thinking back to how she had treated his wounds just now, it was obvious that these blood clots were all formed from his own blood.

Qiuyue pursed her red lips, the shyness in her eyes had long disappeared, leaving only heartache.

"It must be very painful..."

Qiuyue whispered, her voice choked again. She lowered her head, picked up the gourd ladle to scoop up water, stood up and poured it on him. Suddenly, the water flowing from his body turned black and red, and the coagulated blood clots were still firmly stuck on the skin, with no signs of being washed away.

Qiuyue poured water on his entire upper body from front to back, then picked up the soap and towel, wrapped the soap in the towel and began to rub it. When the entire towel was covered with white foam, she grabbed the soap-wrapped towel and rubbed it on his dirty chest, rubbing off all the coagulated dirt and blood clots with the towel. However, after only two rubs, the originally clean towel turned black and red.

There were many places on his body where blood clots had formed, and there were also many traces of blood flowing down. Qiuyue rubbed her eyes until they became red again, tears filling her eyes. She didn't even dare to count how many places on his body were clotted with blood. No one knew how many more bruises and swellings there were before she was healed.

A Kun's figure was naturally very strong and sexy, but Qiuyue had long lost any shyness at this moment. She held his shoulders with one hand and held the towel with the other hand to carefully help him scrub off the dirt on his body. After scrubbing half of it, she scooped up clean water to wash away all the mud, blood and foam. The black cloak around his waist had long been soaked in dirty water and was no longer visible. There were even blood clots left on it that had not been washed away.

After rubbing the towel for a while, the area on that side that was rubbed had turned completely black. Qiuyue could only wash it again with soap to make it clean again. Then she wrapped it with soap again and rubbed the other side of his chest as before.

A Kun didn't move from beginning to end. His eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to remember her firmly. The indifference he had when they first met was no longer in his eyes.

Qiuyue had no idea he was looking at her. She scrubbed him diligently, as if she were doing some serious work. However, after rubbing for a while, she noticed that some areas of his skin seemed to be slowly turning black. She widened her eyes slightly and subconsciously said, "A-Kun, did I use too much force and rub you black?"

Qiuyue didn't react, but everyone in the live broadcast room did, especially the Zhang family. They were all as if they had drunk aged vinegar. Hei Xiazi even raised his hand to hook Zhang Qiling's shoulder and gritted his teeth in his ear, "You dead mute! As expected, no matter what time or world you are in, you are always so stuffy and coquettish!"

Qiuyue was worried and guilty and wanted to heal him, but before she could grab his wrist, the black color on A Kun's skin gradually became clearer. Qiuyue was stunned for a moment, still holding the towel in her hand and pressing it against his chest, staring at him in a daze.

"Tattoo?!"

Qiuyue never expected that his tattoo would actually appear. She stared blankly at the domineering Qilin tattoo and murmured, "A-Kun, is it true? Did I rub it too hard? Did it hurt you?"

A Kun looked down at his tattoo and finally spoke again after a long time. He said in a low voice, "No, you can wash it off. It's okay."

Qiuyue looked up into his eyes and asked again, "Are you really okay?"

A Kun nodded, and Qiuyue put aside her worries and continued to help him clean.

After Qiuyue finished washing his front, she noticed that his neck had not been washed yet, so she washed the towel again, turned over the other side of the towel and began to wipe his neck. The moment A Kun touched his neck, his body almost immediately tensed up again, but he soon relaxed again, and even raised his head slightly to let her wipe it. His Adam's apple rolled a few times unconsciously, and the tattoo on his body became clearer and clearer.

After Qiuyue finished washing his neck, she pulled his arms and started washing them. After washing his arms, she helped him wash both sides of his body, and finally washed his back. As she did this, the originally white towel had been soaked with blood and mud, and it had become so gray that the original color could not be seen. But even so, Qiuyue had to continue washing with it.

"Go buy the blind man a new towel later..."

Qiuyue sniffed and spoke in a pretentious manner, throwing the towel into the basin, then picked up the gourd ladle and scooped up water again to help him rinse.

After rinsing his back with clean water, Qiuyue was so tired that she could hardly lift her arms. She looked at A Kun, who had been washed clean until his upper body showed its original skin color. She raised her hand with a sense of accomplishment and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

However, he had not finished washing completely, and his hands were not clean yet, so Qiuyue went to fetch another basin of water. At this time, the originally full water tank had been used up by more than half.

Qiuyue raised her sore arms and carried a basin that was only half full of water to him. She placed the basin directly on his knees and said, "Brother, put your hands in and I will wash them for you."

A Kun put his hand in very obediently. Qiuyue squatted down in front of him. Her skirt, which was already wet and dirty, was now completely soaked in the dirty water on the ground. She reached out to pick up the soap on the ground, then grabbed his hand and started washing.

As soon as A Kun put his hand in, the originally clean water suddenly became visibly dirty. Even the foam produced by the soap was gray, and there was dirt and blood clots hidden in the cracks of his nails. Qiuyue could only use her nails to clean them out bit by bit.