Comrade Gu No. 215 wears glasses, a very scholarly degenerate.

Lin Tang nodded, "Yeah, what do you think?"

Lin Qingmu's eyes suddenly sparkled, and he reached out to rub her head.

"Nice! That's my sister, always so sharp-witted."

His calloused hands made her hair frizz out.

Lin Qingmu came to his senses, a flash of guilt in his eyes.

Seeing his sister hadn't noticed, he reached out to pat it down again.

Her hair was so soft it was almost unreasonable, stubbornly sticking out without any compromise.

Lin Tang glared with round, accusatory eyes, "Third brother, once is enough. Why a second time? Now I have to comb it again."

The young girl looked like a fluffed-up kitten, her eyes round and wide.

Even in her dissatisfaction, she seemed charming enough to make one's heart tremble.

Lin Qingmu twisted his fingers, a trace of guilt in the depths of his eyes, "Oh!"

Ahem, he tried to make amends...

After the joke, Lin Qingmu took Lin Tang for a walk around the transportation team.