Under Qin Muchuan's comforting words, Lin Xiangwan finally burst into tears.
Qin Muchuan simply held her, letting her stain his shirt with tears and snot.
It wasn't until she was tired from crying that she lifted her head from his damp chest.
Lin Xiangwan looked at his dirty clothes with a sad face, hitting him softly, "Qin Muchuan, you're so annoying. Why didn't you push me away? Look, look, this shirt was bought by me. It's all dirty now, ruined, ruined, and can't be worn anymore!"
Qin Muchuan looked down at his shirt, "How could that be? It's just your tears and snot. Don't worry, your stuff isn't that high-end. It's not like it's colored with fruit juice. How could it not wash out?"
Lin Xiangwan burst into tears again, and hit him harder. "Qin Muchuan, you're so mean, calling me low-end, right?"
