"I'll do it."
Lin Wan Yi placed the insulated lunchbox on the corner of the table.
The female cadet was stunned.
She looked at this unbelievably beautiful woman in front of her, still clutching that damp handkerchief.
"Comrade, who are you?" The female cadet bit her lip, "This is the internal library of the National Defense University."
She was implying that Lin Wan Yi was an outsider.
Lin Wan Yi ignored her.
She took out a dry cotton handkerchief from her pocket.
She didn't wipe the table.
Instead, she pulled over Gu Yanshen's hand first.
That distinct hand had a few tea stains on it.
Lin Wan Yi wiped it carefully, moving slowly, as if she were cleaning a rare treasure.
"It's dirty," she said.
Gu Yanshen obediently let her wipe, the hostility between his brows instantly dissipating.
"Yes, it's dirty," he replied with one word.
The female cadet across from them blushed and turned pale in turns.
