Song Xiaodong saw the crayfish flung into Miao Xuanxuan's collar, and since the hem of her T-shirt was tucked into the waist of her pants, he quickly said, "Open the hem, let it fall out."
"No, no!" Miao Xuanxuan grimaced, shaking both hands.
Song Xiaodong was somewhat puzzled and asked, "What's wrong then?"
"It's pinching! It's pinching my chest, it's pinching my chest, it hurts so much." Miao Xuanxuan looked pitifully at Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong almost chuckled and said, "This... this crayfish is too rascal."
"You're laughing! Do you even have a conscience? Hurry up and help me get it out." Miao Xuanxuan cried out in anger.
Song Xiaodong hurriedly responded, "Alright, alright." However, as his hands reached Miao Xuanxuan's neckline, he stopped and said, "Qingqing, you do it." The area was too sensitive, and Song Xiaodong felt a bit guilty stretching his hand there in front of Miao Qingqing.
