In the bathroom.
"Tingye, my hand hurts a bit, is it clean now?" Meimei pitifully sniffed, looking at Tingye who was still scrubbing her palm.
She had already washed her hands many times, and she couldn't see any dirt, so why keep washing?
But looking at Tingye, who was earnestly washing her hands, Meimei couldn't bring herself to refuse.
Tingye froze for a moment, his hand paused, and he glanced down at Meimei's little red hand from his scrubbing, then looked up to see her aggrieved little face, snapping back to his senses and swallowing hard.
"...We played for so long, we need to wash several times to clean off the germs."
"It's already been ten times, and it's still not clean?" Meimei bit her lip, gathering her courage to speak up.
If they kept washing, she would never dare to play with sandbags again, her hands hurt so much!
