Snowball tried reaching for Li Meirong's face, but she took a step back to avoid his touch. Her eyes darted from side to side as she thought aloud. "What should I do now? It takes a week to brew the medicine. Maybe a mask..."
"Master." Bai Qingyue called out to her, but received no reaction. "Master!" He raised the tone of his voice, calling her attention to himself.
When she tilted her face to stare back at him, she was met with an infuriated glare. Snowball immediately stood up on his hind legs and grasped each side of her cheeks with his small paws, placing them directly onto the scarred parts of her skin.
"Do you remember what I told you before?" he asked, his golden eyes fixed on hers.
Li Meirong blinked in confusion and shook her head slowly. Her brows drew into a subtle frown as she felt her cheeks gently getting squeezed by his soft paw pads.
