Asher Cheng was silent for a while, curled the corners of his lips just right, touched her head to comfort her like a parent, and politely declined: "You can't wash alone, go to bed first, and wash again tomorrow morning."
"I will be moldy tomorrow." She said with a dissatisfied face and lowered her head: "And if I don't wash it, Asher Cheng will dislike me. He is so cute and clean. On the first day of school, I saw that his desk pockets were as neat as an alien's. Man, if I don't take a shower, he won't let me K!ss him."
For a moment, Asher Cheng fell into a long silence.
I don't know whether to retort "disgusted" first, laugh at "alien", or be happy that she wants to K!ss him.
In fact, he wanted to too.
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