I was only focused on finding you...
What exactly does that phrase mean?
Ai Le's hand holding the towel paused, thinking she might have seen wrong. She blinked and saw the man with peach-like eyes still looking at her, his serious expression much different from usual.
The girl opened her rhombus-shaped lips, "You..."
Before she could finish, Ling Ye's finger stretched out and gently pressed against the girl's lips.
Ai Le's mind went "boom" and froze.
He saw the mud still on the girl's face that hadn't been wiped clean and a few red scratches. His heart ached without reason.
He reached out as if possessed, wanting to wipe her clean.
Ai Le jolted back to reality, violently slapping away the roaming hand.
"Are you sick!" she yelled at him indignantly, turning her head away, no longer daring to meet his gaze.
Ling Ye's peach-like eyes must have learned some kind of charm. How else could they have disarmed her just now!
"I am sick, and you think a beating will fix it."
