Tuanzi stood on a small stool, lowered her head, and warm water slid across her cheeks, followed by a soft towel wiping back and forth on her face.
After all, with a very laid-back master, she had developed strong self-care skills.
Since returning, except for special situations, she only allowed her two older brothers to help her wash her face.
This time, it was a cousin she'd only met for the second time helping her wash her face, which felt strange.
Tuanzi looked up and saw Gu Qize's meticulous side profile in the mirror.
He held the soft towel and seriously wiped and wiped, as if there wasn't ink on her face, but something even harder to clean.
Tuanzi was captivated by the handsome side profile for a dozen seconds but quickly snapped back to reality.
"Aren't you wiping for too long?"
Gu Qize paused, carefully examined her small face, recalling the previous ink stains, and felt all sorts of discomfort in his heart.
"No, it's still a bit dirty, I'll wipe a bit more."
