What did it mean?
At first, Su Bai did not understand why Xia Lin insisted on making him wear these arm sleeves. Could it be some unique aesthetic fetish?
Like how some girls especially loved seeing men in handsome ties.
Or athletes' white socks... Ahem, that was another mysterious field.
Only after putting them on did Su Bai suddenly understand. Light-colored arm sleeves could easily emphasize his muscles. That was probably the feeling Xia Lin liked.
"Director Xia really knows how to enjoy herself," Su Bai joked. "Good thing I'm not being kept by Director Xia. Otherwise, she'd probably play with me every day like I was a doll."
"Heh, looks like you're enjoying it quite a lot right now!" Xia Lin said, both annoyed and amused.
"That's true. My parents passed away early, after all. Few people have ever cared for me so meticulously, especially in the role of an older person."
Su Bai suddenly became unusually serious and stared straight into Xia Lin's eyes, making her feel shy instead.
This guy...
Xia Lin suddenly felt a little sad. Perhaps someone like her, who had grown up in a normal, complete family, could never truly understand the state of mind of a child like Su Bai.
The reason Su Bai was more mature than his peers, along with that carefree attitude of not giving a damn what others thought, was probably, from a certain perspective, something he had been forced into.
After they finished shopping, it was time to choose a hotel.
When people suddenly decided to get a room like this, it was usually more expensive than booking in advance.
Of course, neither Su Bai nor Xia Lin particularly cared about that.
The only thing they needed to care about was whether the hotels they liked nearby still