Lin Xu looked curiously at the wound on his face, the corner of his mouth torn and tinged with bruising, not seeming like a bump, but more like it was inflicted by someone.
Xie Changyan's eyes flickered as he felt a slight warmth where her gaze touched.
His thin lips parted, about to speak, when he saw Lin Xu's slender, fair fingers reaching toward his wound.
Xie Changyan's brown eyes gradually deepened, knowing that a small shift in his posture would be enough to dodge her touch, yet his body remained frozen in place…
"Ah, I'm sorry." Lin Xu was the first to come to her senses, quickly retracting her hand just before touching him.
She picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and masked her embarrassment.
She had almost mistaken Xie Changyan for her husband.
And even reached out to touch him.
What if someone called the police?
