The two were so close that their breaths were audible.
Under Wen Suihan's oppressive gaze, Jiang Yi felt her heartbeat suddenly quicken.
She stared intently into Wen Suihan's deep, unfathomable eyes, "Why, why are you staring at me like that?"
"What I like... don't you know?"
Wen Suihan nearly spat out this rhetorical question through clenched teeth.
Jiang Yi thought Xiao Han was weirdly temperamental. She wondered: What you like? Why would I know that?
Fortunately, the oppressive atmosphere didn't last, as Jiang Yi soon winced from a sudden tearing pain on the back of her neck.
"Hiss—"
As Jiang Yi's face turned pale, Wen Suihan stepped back a bit.
At the same time, the doctor walked in.
The doctor's arrival eased the strange tension between them.
The doctor gave Jiang Yi a thorough check-up, and all the while, she cautiously glanced at Wen Suihan, afraid that she might say something wrong again and displease him.