As she let her imagination run wild, the man in the front seat looked to the back via his rear-view mirror. "There's a towel by the side of the door. Take it out to dry yourself."
"Oh…" Ning Qing replied and found a few clean towels that were folded neatly and kept by the side of the door. She took a blue striped towel at random and wiped her face.
The towel was soft and there was a faint delicate fragrance. It must be from the softener that it was soaked in.
This man is a clean person who pays attention to the quality of life. That's the conclusion that Ning Qing made.
She wiped the water on her face and then her neck. However, the end of the thread hooked onto the button of her white shirt that she was wearing. She pulled the towel and the third button of her shirt popped open.
