Fu Ziqian was putting sunscreen on Qiao Chuchu's back.
His hands were smeared with sunscreen, gently rubbing it in.
Qiao Chuchu closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying it... enjoying it until something felt off. She opened her eyes and glared at Fu Ziqian, "Rub it properly!!"
"I'm applying it very evenly," Fu Ziqian said.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Is that what she meant?
She meant his hands. If he was going to apply sunscreen, he should do it properly. The way he lightly stroked, occasionally hooking with his fingertips... was he applying sunscreen or taking advantage of her?
"Believe it or not, I'll chop your hand off?" Qiao Chuchu looked coldly at Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian gave a light smile, "I don't believe it. Hurting a soldier will land you in jail."
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
She couldn't win against him.
She turned over and sat up, snatching the sunscreen from Fu Ziqian's hand, "I'll do it myself."
Fu Ziqian: "..."
Qiao Chuchu applied it herself.
