Qin He had always been thick-skinned, especially in front of Meng Tingxu, but at that moment, he was still grateful for the good sound insulation of the car.
He cleaned his hands with a wet wipe, disinfected them with alcohol, took out a spare sanitary pad from the car, and changed it for his "ancestor."
Meng Tingxu was drunk, so she forgot about the argument they'd been having for the past few days, curled up in his arms, said her stomach hurt, and then started to cry pitifully.
Qin He didn't know what to do with her and rubbed her stomach with his hand, apologizing as he did so.
Meng Tingxu's tears made her eyelashes clump together, sticking to one another, but she didn't forget to pinch Qin He's collar, fiercely demanding to know where he had gone wrong.
Qin He said everything was his fault.
"Qin He, you just know how to bully me!" Meng Tingxu sobbed fiercely, "I was mad, and you didn't even come back to coax me."
