Song Song was always a very easy-to-coax girl, whether four years ago or four years later. Being held in his arms like this, even if she wanted to make a fuss, she suddenly didn't have the energy. She could only pinch him hard on the waist, "Let me go, these chips are really awful, I need to rinse my mouth."
"Do you need to go out just to rinse your mouth? Can't you do that in my room?" As he spoke, he carried her into the bathroom against her will, precisely placing her in front of the sink. His arms were on either side of her, very close, so close they could see each other's eyelashes —
His eyelashes were already very long, fluttering like fans, making Song Song feel unable to maintain her composure with just a couple of flutters.
She immediately turned around, grabbing the toothbrush and toothpaste next to her, "Uh, I'll talk after I finish brushing my teeth, can you leave first?"
