His hand reached out to her face. Jing Lihua held her breath and tried her best to pretend she hadn't observed his movements. It was not until that she felt a soft tissue paper touch her skin that she stopped pretending and looked at him with confused eyes.
"What...?" She innocently blinked.
"You had something smeared across your face. Let me." He continued to wipe her face with a liquid tissue paper with utmost interest in his eyes. His touch was gentle and light. It could make the recipient feel a particular way. Jing Lihua felt very weird being stared and treated like that.
"How did you manage to do it." Jing Lihua continued to stare out of the window.
