But once you really step inside, you realize it's not just a wall - it's a whole room.
Qin Yin gasped, jeez, it's just a closet in a small apartment, did it have to be this good?
"Help me choose an outfit," said Nan Sichen with a cold voice.
Qin Yin was stunned, she'd never helped a man choose clothes in her life before.
But luckily Nan Sichen's clothes were pretty much the same color. She casually picked a few items and handed them to him, grinning, "You get dressed, I'll go out first."
Nan Sichen raised his eyebrows, lifting up his injured hand, "Since you feel guilty, why don't you help me change?"
"I...," Qin Yin bit her lower lip, asking her to help him get dressed—that was too much, wasn't it?
"Unwilling?" Nan Sichen's face remained expressionless, looking at Qin Yin, then added, "If you're not willing, don't feel guilty in the future. Even if my hand is no longer usable, it's none of your concern."
Qin Yin bit her lip, bracing herself, "Alright, I'll help."
