Ye Shu slipped into the fresh shirt without bothering to wipe the mud off her body, her small face pressed against the car window. She found a comfortable spot, sat down, and didn't look at Sheng Shaochen again.
She wasn't sure if it was the chill from the car window or if the air conditioning was too low, but Ye Shu felt cold.
Uncontrollably, her body began to shiver.
She curled up tightly, even her mud-stained feet on the seat, trembling like a pitiful child.
The air was dead silent, their breathing the only sound.
Sheng Shaochen, somewhat irritated, stretched out his hand to tug at his collar and glanced sideways, only then noticing that Ye Shu was still covered in mud.
Her filthy appearance was inexplicably irksome.
What a disobedient little wildcat!
Sheng Shaochen reached out, snatched the towel she had thrown on the seat, grabbed her small foot, and pulled it toward him to wipe it clean.
But suddenly, Ye Shu's small body toppled over awkwardly.
