Little Douding didn't let others touch his things, especially his toys, and he himself didn't like to clean up after playing. As a result, those toys were scattered everywhere.
Perhaps even he felt the mess and, feeling embarrassed, let go of Shen Weiyi's hand, his little legs going "thud, thud, thud—" as he ran to the bed, picking up the toys and desperately stuffing them under the blanket.
Finally, realizing he couldn't hide them anymore, he ran back to Shen Weiyi's side, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out, saying, "Little Bao's room isn't nice, Dingding's room is nicer."
"This is Dingding's." Little Douding dragged Shen Weiyi across to the opposite side, coaxing her into Sheng Ting's room.
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Shen Weiyi's face.
Before she could speak, she heard Sheng Ting say, "Would you like to come in and have a look?"
"Uh, wouldn't that be a bit inconvenient?"
It seemed somewhat improper to tour a boy's room on the first visit.
