Xia Xiaonuan quickly grabbed a towel, dampened it with cool water, and diligently helped him clean his face.
Nangong Yaoling's expression finally softened a bit.
Just at that moment, Nangong Yaoling's gaze fell on the bag nearby.
The yarn inside immediately caught his attention.
Nangong Yaoling picked up a ball of yarn.
"Xia Xiaonuan... you... you're not planning to knit a sweater for me, are you?" His eyes showed a hint of surprise.
Xia Xiaonuan was taken aback, quickly put down the towel.
Took the yarn ball from his hand, saying: "You're overthinking... I don't know how to knit a sweater at all!"
Nangong Yaoling's eyes darkened: "Then why did you buy yarn?" he asked curiously.
"Well..." Xia Xiaonuan said a bit embarrassedly, "Although I can't knit a sweater, I can knit a scarf..."
"Really?" Nangong Yaoling's eyes flashed with joy as he looked at her, suppressing the excitement in his chest, intentionally asking calmly: "Are you really going to knit a scarf for me?"
