In fact, Logan Xiang had become almost accustomed to having someone help him go to the toilet after such a long time. Every time, Sister Sun would handle it quickly and skillfully, as if he was not a person but just an object. Before he started to feel embarrassed, she had already taken care of it.
But if Asher Cheng were to take over, the feeling would be completely different.
Not to mention anything else, just the level of proficiency in the movements alone is already a world of difference.
Although Asher Cheng was quite skilled in wiping his face, the way he was holding the urinal in one hand and lifting the quilt with the other made it seem as if his next move was to pinch his nose and pour the urine into his mouth.
"I...take it off first," Logan Xiang turned his face away, fearing that Asher Cheng's mysophobia might get out of control and throw the urinal on his face. His hands could move, but they were not very flexible. Usually, Sister Sun would do it without waiting for him to stretch out his hands. Now, he hooked his fingers on the waistband for a long time but couldn't do it properly. He couldn't help but sigh, "Fcuk..."
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