After cleaning up the remnants on his body, he felt refreshed.
Sun Dasheng walked to the sink, ready to wash his hands, when suddenly a pair of soft, pale hands appeared in front of him, holding a bottle of hand soap.
"Put out your hands."
Oh huh?
This girl is interesting.
Why does this way of striking up a conversation feel a bit unusual?
Sun Dasheng looked at this unexpected guest beside him.
Her looks were naturally top-tier (in this school, there's no one unattractive), and she had a unique charm. In a more professional term, she looked distinctive, not like the cookie-cutter influencer faces.
As expected of a professional actor.
While being watched, she didn't seem embarrassed. Instead, she preemptively asked: "Do you need detergent to wash your hands?"
Sun Dasheng looked at her with a faint smile, choosing not to break her deliberate attempt, and instead cooperated by extending his hands, "Squeeze a bit more, my hands are big."
