Embarrassing

Le Wan's words made it easy for one's imagination to run wild.

Zhai Jing's hands trembled. He took a deep breath. 

"Close your eyes."

His face was still serious as if he was unmoved, but his red ears betrayed his emotions. 

"Why do I have to close my eyes? I hurt my forehead, not my eyes." Le Wan laughed in her heart and put on an innocent look.

Having known Le Wan for so long, how could Zhai Jing not know that this little devil was deliberately playing tricks on him? However, he couldn't harden his heart against her. He could only reach out his palm and cover her eyes. 

"I can't apply the medicine for you if you keep staring at me like this."

Under his palm, Le Wan's eyelashes were like a small fan, sweeping across his palm again and again. It was itchy and numb, but Le Wan continued to add fuel to the fire. 

"Why can't I apply it?"

 "Le Wan," Zhai Jing's voice lowered. "Do you have to make it so clear?"