After the old lady had scolded someone for a few sentences, a young man sitting beside her couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up to offer his seat and then went to the front of the bus.
At the next stop, the lady sitting next to Liu Meizhen also got off.
Liu Meizhen sat there with her head bowed and arms crossed, feeling very awkward.
This time, the leaked milk was a bit excessive, soaking through the front of her shirt, which would surely be very embarrassing if someone saw it.
Li Zhiyan whispered, "Aunt Liu, move further inside."
Liu Meizhen, not daring to look up, silently moved one seat over.
Li Zhiyan sat down, and now the scent of milk was even stronger, making him hungrier.
"Aunt Liu."
"Wear my shirt."
As he spoke, Li Zhiyan slowly unbuttoned his button-up shirt.
Then he handed it to Liu Meizhen.
Liu Meizhen accepted it, placed some tissues inside her shirt to absorb the milk, then put on Li Zhiyan's coat, and finally, the awkwardness completely vanished.