Jiang Qingchen frowned more and more at the sight, "How can your room become such a mess?"
This is a pigsty!?
Muxia felt very embarrassed. Although she didn't think her room was that cluttered, being disliked to such an extent really hurt her pride, "I'll clean it up right now."
She was about to start, but Jiang Qingchen stopped her.
"Aren't you feeling unwell? Don't bother cleaning up, I'll help you."
She was in a special period, and Jiang Qingchen couldn't bear to let her do it herself.
Muxia said awkwardly, "No, no, no, it's too much trouble for you."
"What's the trouble? We've been friends for so many years!" Jiang Qingchen said with lowered eyes.
If Muxia had listened carefully, she would have noticed that he never treated her like a sister, always using the word "friend."
While Jiang Qingchen was tidying the room, Muxia started to feel drowsy.
