Nianzhi jumped off the stool, saw Qin Yin, and tilted his head, saying, "Daddy, Mommy doesn't know how to wash hands. You should help her wash too."
Qin Yin glared at Nianzhi, "You're the one who doesn't know how to wash."
Nianzhi stuck out his tongue and said, "Mommy doesn't know how to wash, she really doesn't."
After saying that, he ran off like a flash.
Nan Sichen looked at Qin Yin with a half-smile, and Qin Yin felt uneasy under his gaze. She reached up to touch her face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
Nan Sichen didn't respond, instead, he took her hand, placed it under the faucet, carefully washing it, and even applied some hand soap, enjoying the slippery feel.
Qin Yin coughed awkwardly, "Uh, I can do it myself, I know how to wash, don't listen to that mischievous kid's nonsense."
But Nan Sichen ignored her, silently holding her hand and washing it. When their fingers intertwined, he suddenly frowned and said, "You've lost weight."
