The summer wind blew warmly, cicadas sang in waves, and insects in the grass chirped too. She never thought there could be such a shameless person in this world who would do such a thing in public!
Yu Minglang thoughtfully helped her restore the seat to its original position, adjusting it to a comfortable angle for her to lean on, his face carrying the tender expression of a caring elder brother.
"Qian Bao, are you feeling better? You don't have the urge to wash your hands now, do you?"
If we just look at this part and cut out the previous one, it would be very touching.
"I have the urge to hit you right now, so you'd better not provoke me..." Even her slightly hoarse voice sounded soft and tender while speaking harshly, not like a threat, but more like acting coquettish.
Yu Minglang was in a particularly good mood, whistling softly as he restarted the car, not forgetting to claim credit from her in the process.
