Alright, let's see yours.
"Then hand me a long-sleeve first."
"Oh, almost forgot." Xia Xinyu remembered and then found a dark blue loose long-sleeve shirt, handing it to Chen Yuan, "Put this on first, and after I tidy up, I'll cook you porridge."
"Mm."
Chen Yuan had already declined Xia Xinyu's kindness several times. But she didn't mind and continued to take care of him, so he didn't continue with the formalities. While Xia Xinyu was crouched down packing up, he took off his garment and put on the long-sleeve.
Then very quickly, Xia Xinyu took the short-sleeve school uniform and threw it into the washing machine, so naturally.
Xia Xinyu has a very independent personality. Even without him... no, it should be said that had she not experienced those sad things, she certainly would have continued living an orderly, clean life with even the cuffs fragrant with the scent of sulfur soap.
