Suddenly, she remembered something and, not caring that she was still brushing her teeth, spoke unclearly, "Sho you, how are Sister Yao and Senior Ye doing?"
The toothpaste's white foam got sprayed onto Jinghen's face as she spoke.
"...."
Wen Qiao wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, her mouth twitching twice. She wiped the toothpaste foam from Jinghen's face with her fingertip and shrank her neck, "I didn't mean it."
"I know," Jinghen said. "Then be a good girl and keep your mouth shut, stop talking, or you'll end up eating the toothpaste again."
"...Oh."
Jinghen took the toothbrush out of her mouth and handed the mouthwash cup to her lips: "Rinse your mouth."
Wen Qiao used his hand, gargled a mouthful of water twice, turned around to spit it out, repeated the process twice more, rinsed the foam from her mouth, and Jinghen wet a washcloth to wipe her face.
