The most important thing was that she couldn't get used to depending on him, or she feared she might really fall for him, and then she wouldn't be able to leave with grace.
"Idiot."
He arched his finger and knocked on her forehead, then took her slender waist with both hands, lifting her up to sit on the wash basin.
"Don't move, just sit still."
He pulled over a towel nearby, turned on the tap, and the cold water washed over the towel, which he then wrung out slightly before covering her slightly swollen cheeks.
Hiss.
The cold towel against her cheeks felt cool and refreshing, Xi An'an tugged at the corner of her lip, still feeling a numb pain.
Under the orange light, the man's chiseled face became even more three-dimensional, those dark, lake-deep eyes as if concealing the stars of the galaxy, causing one to fall into them if not careful.