Meriya looked at Chen Feng staring at her face, which made her bashfully bow her head, unsure whether she was baking the pancake or her hand. Her heart pounding, she asked Chen Feng, "Mr. Chen, is there dirt on my face?"
Chen Feng actually nodded. He pointed to a spot on his own left cheek and said to her with a smile, "Hmm, you've got a little dirt right here."
"Where?"
Vanity is, after all, a girl's nature. Hearing that her face was dirty from Chen Feng, she hurried to wipe it, swiping several times without hitting the spot, only to make it dirtier.
"Shall I help you wipe it off?"
Watching her make herself up like a little tabby cat, Chen Feng burst out laughing.
Meriya shyly nodded, and Chen Feng leaned in, his hand on her cheek, wiping off the dirty spot. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath.
"There, it's clean," Chen Feng said carefully after he had wiped the smudge of black ash off her face.
"Thank you."
