"What?"
Even though he'd gotten himself dirty as well, the young man lightly frowned, seriously wiping his little sister's hands with a tissue without taking the time to tend to his own mess. He failed to react immediately, continuing to struggle with the task at hand while glancing at his little sister.
In just that short moment, Little One was utterly exhausted, stretching out her tiny hands, her soft and cute little face drooping slightly, cheeks chubby, and her pale, tender skin begged to be touched.
How could a little baby be this adorable?
Tang Yan gasped.
He looked down again at his own disheveled state.
No, he couldn't rashly go and hold her.
He needed to be washed clean.
He didn't often interact with Little Bun, but Tang Yan, who actually depended on her a lot, kept a taut expression, thinking with a special sense of ceremony in his heart.
Because of his senior year of high school, he had missed out on so many things.
But he had it relatively okay.
