Lou Xianbu: "Mom~~" Cengceng, cengceng.
Ye Zhancha: "What are you doing?" He pressed the head of someone who was rubbing his thigh.
Lou Xianbu (face blushing) "I, I, um, just, that's what I was thinking about."
Ignoring the weird twisted creature, she calmly took out a stack of protective pads made of cotton and said, "Here."
Looking at his blue face, he lowered his head and pondered for a while. Under Lou Xianbu's expectant eyes, he suddenly realized: "It's okay, there's not enough."