"How are you? How are you eating?" Huang Xiaoxiang looks at Zhou ya, who is full of oil.

"well, it's delicious, hot and hot." Zhou Ya's forehead has some perspiration.

"come on, wipe." Huang Xiaoxiang takes out the tissue from his pocket and takes out a piece of fragrant paper from it. He gently puts the paper on her mouth and wipes the oil on her mouth.

"you are so considerate." The reason why Zhou Ya didn't use the paper here to wipe her mouth is that she thought that the paper towel was very poor and didn't look very sanitary. She wanted to go out and buy a paper...