"There seems to be something on your skirt, let me wipe it off for you!" Daniel took a wet wipe, intending to help Natalie clean her skirt.
Natalie was startled and quickly dodged.
"I accidentally got it dirty just now, I can clean it myself, no need for you to meddle! Hmph!" Natalie pretended to be indifferent, hurriedly ran into the room, took off her skirt, and threw it into the washing machine.
"Is it finally dealt with?" Natalie breathed a sigh of relief.
"You seem tense?" Daniel leaned against the door frame, a faint smile on his lips.
"Tense? I'm not. It's just that seeing you irritates me, please leave, okay? I want to take a shower!" Natalie said, pushing Daniel out and closing the door.
Natalie leaned against the door, tears uncontrollably falling, crouching down and sobbin
