His Turn to Coax Her

His tone was helpless and pampering as he said, "Don't wipe your snot on my shirt. It's gross!"

Mu Xiaoxiao pouted, and lifting up the corner of his shirt, she blew her nose into it.

Yin Shaojie chuckled bitterly. Now his shirt was really ruined.

He hugged her over to the sofa and sat her down before getting up to change out of his shirt in his room.

She tugged at him, her dark eyes looking at him. "Where are you going?" she asked.

Yin Shaojie pointed to his shirt where she left a stain. "Would you rather I preserve this evidence then?" he teased.

"Oh." Mu Xiaoxiao let go of him.

Yin Shaojie got up. As though he suddenly thought of something, he went over to the fridge, opened the door, and took out a packet of strawberry milk. He went back and placed it on the coffee table in front of her before heading for the room to change out of his shirt.