Seeing him stunned, Leng Yu Yan said, "This one is new and hasn't been used before."
Wasn't he just reluctant to use the towel on her dirty face?
If it were her, she wouldn't want to use something someone else had already used either.
Ye Yiheng stuffed the new towel back into her hands and said indifferently, "Don't waste it, just use this one."
As he spoke, he put the towel back into the water she had washed in.
Leng Yu Yan hurriedly put the new towel back into her bag and then stopped him, "Wait a moment."
Ye Yiheng paused—what else did she want?
She changed the water in the basin for him and whispered gently, "Let's change the water."
He didn't say a word, replaced the towel in the basin, and was about to wash his face when she stopped him again, "Wait, let me help you."
A peculiar feeling crossed Ye Yiheng's mind, unsure of what it was, he couldn't figure it out yet, when she took the towel from his hand.
