When Cha Qing Luo naturally placed the towel on her face, she could smell a refreshing scent, which belonged to Nan jiateng.
Cha Qing Luo put the towel on her face and wiped it, but she didn't want to put it down.
After Cha Qing Luo wiped her face, she was much more energetic and no longer sleepy.
Only then did she realize that she had just used Nan jiateng's towel. She wondered if he had any mysophobia.
It seemed that some people were more obsessed with things like towels.
Cha Qing Luo took down the towel and looked at Nan jiateng stiffly."Well, I used your towel without your permission. You ... You don't mind, do you?"
In fact, Cha Qing Luo was also nervous.
She blinked her big, clear eyes at Nan jiateng. She had just fallen asleep in a daze, and she used it in a daze.
Now that he was awake, he finally knew what was going on.
