Yang Sisi drank a little hastily. A trickle of water fell from the corner of her lips and onto her shirt.
Standing next to her, Xu Jiamu wasn't the least bit annoyed or bothered by her clumsy and inelegant actions. Instead, he even pulled out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped away the drops of water on her face and shirt.
Yang Sisi held her bottle of water with an embarrassed look. She bit the corner of her lips and smiled at Xu Jiamu. Then, she reached her hand out to take the tissue from his hand and said a few words.
Song Xiangsi couldn't catch what she was saying because they were quite far away. After that, she saw Xu Jiamu shake his head at Yang Sisi, turn around to walk over to the bin, and throw the tissue into the bin.
Perhaps that woman, Yang Sisi, wanted to throw it into the bin herself.
