Jibai lowered her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes covered her eyelids, and her small dirty hands were tightly clenched into fists, trembling slightly.
Xie Sui gently shook the back of her hand and said softly: "Friends of the team are playing on the yacht. I will take you over to wash it."
"No." She said coldly, "I don't know you well."
Xie Sui had already taken off her muddy high heels: "You can't walk like this now, go and wash them."
Jibai raised his head, glanced at him angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry about it."
"Really don't care about me?" Xie Sui let go of her: "Then you go."
There is no emotion in his light brown eyes, and he treats her like a normal friend.
There was sourness in Jibai's heart, she kept rubbing her eyes, trying to rub back the tears that accidentally leaked from her eyes.
She didn't want to cry, didn't want to cry in front of him, which made her seem very humble.
