Behind Chu baiqing was a ceramic tile with water vapor because Ji Chenzhou had just taken a shower.
The back of his white shirt was already wet, and Chu baiqing didn't like this feeling.
It was very uncomfortable to wear wet clothes. This was a habitual illness of people who were obsessed with cleanliness, and it could even be said that they had some OCD.
Chu Bai Qing's eyes were squinted as he smiled. He didn't say anything, but it seemed like he was trying to express some kind of emotion.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and when his slightly red lips opened, he uttered a faint " okay ".
It was so light and so soft, like a feather without any weight.
However, Ji Chenzhou's heart felt heavy.
It was as if Chu baiqing had smashed his heart.
"Ha ... Chu baiqing, you ... Alright!"
Ji Chenzhou indifferently turned around and walked out, his steps staggering.
