Manbao nodded vigorously.
Bai Shan saw water droplets hanging on her face, so he took out a handkerchief to wipe her face.
Manbao reached out to take it, but Bai Shan dodged, "Your hands are dirty."
Manbao looked at his hands and found that after he put down the fish, he washed his hands in the wooden bucket. Although they weren't very clean, they were much cleaner than her hands covered in mud and grass.
Manbao placed her hands in the wooden bucket, rubbed them together, and leaned her face towards Bai Shan to make it easier for him to wipe.
Bai Shan chuckled and wiped the water droplets from her eyebrows. When the handkerchief touched her eyebrows, Manbao instinctively closed her eyes. His gaze softened, his throat moved, and then he gently kissed her eyelids—a brief touch that Manbao hadn't reacted to, only feeling something soft touch her eyes.
She couldn't help but open her eyes and stared at him in a daze.
