Looks like he's been working out a lot lately… Two, four, six, eight… I really want to touch…
Pfft!!! No touching, no touching!!!
I'm just helping him change his shirt, stop thinking nonsense!
Mei tossed Otis's grease-stained shirt into his laundry bucket, then turned back and took the clean white T-shirt from his hands to put it on him. Otis's head was caught inside the shirt, letting out a muffled groan. Then Mei pulled the shirt down and Otis, as if resurrected, breathed out a long sigh of relief.
Mei laughed and sat down in front of him.
"You probably haven't eaten yet, right? Eat something."
Her voice was soft, like she was talking to a three-year-old. And right now Otis really wasn't any different from a three-year-old, whatever she told him to do, he did, occasionally grinning like an idiot.
The two of them ate in silence, neither saying a word. Mei just stared at Otis with her big round eyes.
