Qiao Lian's hazy consciousness cleared up,
he suddenly sat up, pulling down his clothes that had somehow rolled up, covering his thighs.
"Teacher, you're back."
He got up from the sofa, looking at her with flushed cheeks.
Chuzheng handed him a bag: "Go change your clothes."
"Oh."
Qiao Lian took the clothes and went into the room.
A minute later, Qiao Lian came out looking the same.
Chuzheng looked at him: "Why didn't you change?"
The boy stood at the door, hesitated, and said softly: "Teacher... I don't like short sleeves."
Chuzheng: "..."
It's so hot, and you don't wear short sleeves, then what?
Chuzheng recalled that since the first time she met Qiao Lian, he was always wearing long sleeves, whether it was shirts or pants, he never had short ones.
"Just make do for now." Chuzheng said.
Qiao Lian shook his head, not wanting to change.
"Then just wear it like this." Chuzheng said impatiently.
Qiao Lian looked at the clothes he was wearing.
