"Are you alright, Yaoyao?" Cheng Yunzhi asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Jiang Yaoyao hurriedly waved a hand, while the other went to grab a tissue.
But it was intercepted mid-air.
Bo Jinlan, who had appeared beside her at some unknown point, held her fingers, his voice gentle, "Why are you so careless?"
In front of Cheng Yunzhi, Jiang Yaoyao couldn't push him away, so she let him pull out a tissue and wipe her lips.
The man was very close, his handsome and elegant features right before her, eyes lowered, serious and focused.
He wiped very carefully, so time seemed to slow down, and her senses became particularly acute.
She smelled that familiar light, crisp fragrance, which brushed her cheek with his breath, making her ticklish and numb, her heartbeat like a drum.
When his cool fingertips accidentally grazed over her lips...
Jiang Yaoyao stiffened as if she were suddenly immobilized, daring not to breathe for a moment.
