But then his sharp eyes spotted something in Han Jue's hand. It was a piece of soft, familiar cloth. Xuan Long's eyes narrowed immediately. He recognized it right away. It was Lan Lan's chest binding cloth!
'How could he be holding that?' Xuan Long thought in shock. 'Lan Lan is always very careful with her clothes. She never lets us tear them or even wash them ourselves because she fears we will ruin them. We hardly ever get to touch them. So why is this stinky wolf holding it? And why isn't she snatching it back?'
Han Jue noticed Xuan Long staring and gave him a smug look. He deliberately stroked the cloth as if showing off in front of him.
Xuan Long's face darkened. Before he could say anything, Han Jue accidentally brought his own hand close to his nose while holding the chopsticks. The strong smell from the fertilizer work hit him hard. He almost gagged on the spot, his face twisting in disgust.
"Ugh…" Han Jue quickly turned his head away, trying to hide it.
