"Take off your clothes."
A Ming took off his clothes.
"Lie down."
A Ming lay down on the wooden board.
At this point, Blind Bei turned his head, looked at Ding Hao, and asked, "Do you need to prepare the skin?"
Ding Hao, who was sitting on the chair, asked with some confusion, "What does 'prepare the skin' mean?"
This group of people is very strange, Ding Hao thought, both in personality and behavior. But right now, he was at their mercy, so he could only try his best to fit in, not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb.
"'Preparing the skin' means cleaning it and shaving off any unsightly and troublesome hair."
A Ming, lying on the wooden board, silently raised his middle finger at Blind Bei. Up yours!
"Uh... no need, no need." Ding Hao quickly shook his head.
"Oh, no need, huh?" There was a hint of wistfulness in Blind Bei's tone.
