"The swelling has gone down a bit; my face no longer looks like a steamed bun."
You should have seen it before; my face was as ugly as a pig's head!
Si Ye still preferred to look at her clean, delicate face.
Glancing at Chen Zhi, who had a defensive look in her eyes, he took a bottle with a green liquid from the cabinet beside him.
Upon opening it, a faint scent of mint immediately filled the air.
With a cotton swab, Si Ye dabbed some of the green liquid and gently applied it to her cheeks.
This time, Chen Zhi didn't turn away but lowered her eyes, allowing him to apply the medicine.
Truth be told, she was somewhat unaccustomed to this side of Si Ye.
She didn't understand why he would apply medicine for her and bring her to his villa.
After all, he could have just left her at the hospital.
The cool liquid on her face brought a soothing sensation; the burning pain in her cheeks subsided, and Chen Zhi felt much more comfortable.
