Yu Siting's gaze lingered on the mapo tofu in her lunchbox, and Yan Xi realized it then, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly.
She hurriedly picked up a small piece of tofu for Yu Siting, adding seriously,
"The seasoning inside is too much; you have an injury on your hand, eat less, just have a taste."
Yu Siting nodded in agreement.
When Yan Xi shifted her gaze away from him, she suddenly remembered that Yu Siting wasn't wearing this shirt when he went to the hospital in the morning.
"Have you taken a shower?"
Yu Siting nodded, "Some dirt got on that shirt, so I changed and took the opportunity to shower."
Yan Xi fell silent for a few seconds.
He always had a mania for cleanliness; it was impossible to expect him to go this period without showering.
"Your hand didn't get wet, did it?"
As she spoke, she put down her chopsticks and reached out to examine Yu Siting's injured right hand.
Yu Siting generously extended his hand.