"This isn't about how serious the injury is. Even if I'm paralyzed, I have to get up to take a shower!"
Bo Yanching frowned, "Kid, don't let your mouth run wild, quickly spit twice to ward it off."
"You, you actually believe in this?"
"I do." Bo Yanching's expression was particularly earnest.
Sure enough, when people reach a certain age, they start to have some old-fogey tendencies.
Grandpa loved this too; when she spoke wrongly, he would have her spit twice.
Nan Jiaojiao actually felt quite sympathetic for him; at such an age, his thinking was starting to get old-fashioned.
Forget it, better humor him.
She symbolically slapped her mouth twice.
"Anyway, I want to shower, otherwise I'll have a smell. I can die from pain, but I can't die from stink."
Bo Yanching was too lazy to argue with her anymore, one moment talking about being paralyzed, the next about dying.
"I'll help you shower tomorrow."
Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyelids slightly, holding back from looking at him.
