Xin Qing got excited and ran over there quickly. "I won't bother you anymore! I'll do it myself."
"Help me change my clothes." He said to her in a commanding tone, with a hint of evil inadvertently revealed in the corners of his delicate eyes, and his gorgeous lips curved in a curve, as if the whole world had lost its color at this moment.
He alone shines brightly.
"I do not want it."
"Are you sure?" He said with a small hint of threat.
"I am sure!"
"It seems that I should teach you how to help others change their clothes." After saying this, he had already taken action and took off her pajamas that were in the way.
"Don't, don't, don't, I can, I really can." So, in the eyes of the young man, such a beautiful scene happened: the girl with fluffy and slightly curly hair, with a strange brilliance shining in her eyes, she picked up a bag as if appointed.
He held a coat pitifully to his chest.
"Can you lower yourself so that... you can't reach her." The young man looked down at her, his eyes were blurry. He stood quietly, breathing very lightly, and there was a faint light in his eyes.
Then, by accident, he sat down. The air around him was extremely quiet, and the faint sunlight fell on his arrogant profile, giving off a sacred and inviolable light.
His eyes were blurry and profound, reflecting an irresistible pressure.