Embarrassed

Feng Tian did not realize that she had been staring at Qi Yan until he loudly cleared his throat, and slowly walks into the room.

"You are hurt, you shouldn't be walking around yet." He said, instantly snapping her out of her daze, 

"I-I…"

Suddenly feeling self-conscious under his heated gaze, Feng Tian shifted her eyes downward, squirming lightly as she began to tug at the hem of the shirt she was wearing.

Qi Yan moved towards Feng Tian, his eyes briefly sweeping over her frame until he finally connected them with hers, softly sighing, he then lifted his hand to her forehead to check her temperature,

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he slowly shifted his hands to caress her cheek,

Surprised by his gesture, a small gasp escaped from Feng Tian's slightly parted lips as she continues to stare at him, blinking, she slowly created a small space between them and cast her eyes down.