Fu Chi: "..."
This girl, she really likes to tease him.
If he didn't want to scare her, he wouldn't have had to tolerate this much.
...
After changing into her clothes, Jiang Ruan's tracksuit was relatively big, with the pant legs bunching up around her ankles. She casually rolled up the sleeves of the top, resembling a child who steals clothes from adults.
Fu Chi looked up at her, his gaze lingering on the hem of her pants.
He then set down the book in his hand and walked over.
"Give me your hand."
He stood in front of her, his voice very light, revealing an unusual patience.
Jiang Ruan, staring at the man's flawless face, didn't hesitate and straight up raised her hand.
Fu Chi chuckled, then grabbed her wrist, "Roll it up, it'll be more comfortable."
He carefully rolled up her sleeves neatly so not to get in her way.
When he finished.
He then looked down at her pant leg.
He bent over, with one knee on the ground, and rolled up the piled-up pant leg.
