"And then the shirt buttons..." Chen Yiran's gaze continued to fall, looking at his own white shirt buttons, his lips revealing an imperceptible curve.
"Why do you have to fasten so many buttons when you're putting on clothes??" Tianxin frowned slightly, looking at herself undoing the coat buttons and then the wool cardigan buttons, and then the shirt buttons; she was speechless.
"There's no helping it. That's how men's clothes are designed..." Chen Yiran helplessly raised his eyebrows and urged Tianxin, "It's so cold..."
"I know, I know..." Tianxin had no choice but to continue helping him unbutton his shirt.
Chen Yiran smiled slightly, looking down at Tianxin's serious face as she struggled with his shirt buttons, and his mood immediately brightened.
