Ye Linlang looked at Jiang Qiran's meticulous dressing, and suddenly thought of another possibility.
He didn't want this shirt, could it be because he was a germaphobe, so he didn't like others who used his things?
Ye Linlang carefully looked at Jiang Qiran, with an ingratiating expression.
"This shirt seems to be brand new… do you dislike it because I'm wearing it? I promise, I can wash it clean! It will be absolutely spotless!"
Jiang Qiran quietly looked at Ye Linlang's vivid expression and suddenly felt that Ye Linlang was a little like the ragdoll cat raised by his great-grandfather.
Every time he went, the cat seemed to want to come over and get close to him, but it didn't dare to act rashly. It could only blink its eyes and look at him pitifully.
Jiang Qiran thought about that scene and suddenly felt that he could let Ye Linlang meet the ragdoll cat. Perhaps they could establish some kind of cross-species friendship.
