"Give me your hand, let's wash it first. Your palms were all sweaty just now and you were about to touch your face with them. Aren't you afraid of infecting your wound? It would be a disaster if you scar your face!" He Zhilan scolded He Teng when she saw what he was doing. She quickly took his hand, leading it to the small washbasin. Her seriousness was like a teacher guiding preschool children.
He Teng froze, allowing He Zhilan to wash his hand and dry it with a cloth. When she let go, his hand, almost reflexively, reached out and clasped hers in a firm grip.
"What's wrong?" He Zhilan looked at He Teng in confusion. "Didn't you say you had something to tell me?"
He Teng nodded. Yes, he did have something to tell Zhilan. But the thing he wanted to do more at this moment was something else.
"Why did you suddenly kiss me that day?"
Caught in He Zhilan's questioning gaze, He Teng unexpectedly blurted out a question.
