After dinner, it was Jiang Zhixun who washed the dishes.
He dragged his feet, and Shen Qingqing grew impatient, "Give me the letter."
Jiang Zhixun: "My hands are wet, I can't grab it. Why don't you take it yourself?"
As he spoke, he turned the pocket containing the envelope toward Shen Qingqing, his expression mischievous, looking as if he needed a good beating.
In his mind, after what happened at the hospital, Shen Qingqing would definitely avoid reaching into his pocket again.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qingqing actually made a move.
She didn't hold back at all!
Her slender, fair fingers reached right in.
Jiang Zhixun's body instantly tensed up, his mind a little hazy.
Did she not fear touching things she shouldn't touch again?
The wave of emotions was too strong, making it hard to control certain reactions.
Shen Qingqing was fully focused on leaving and paid no attention to Jiang Zhixun's reactions.
