Lin Xi returned to the rest area, carrying the chicken wings she had worked so hard to grill. "Xue Yang, come try the chicken wings I just made."
Xue Yang was busy with work, but he looked up at the sound of her voice. He saw Lin Xi run in from outside, her forehead beaded with sweat.
"Look at you," he said, pulling her over to sit beside him. "You've gotten yourself all messy, like a little smudge-faced kitten." He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped her face clean.
Lin Xi rubbed her face with her arm. "Is it dirty?"
Xue Yang chuckled helplessly. "Well, I had just wiped it clean, but now you've smudged it again."
She dropped her arm, leaned closer to him, and closed her eyes. "Then you'll have to wipe it for me again."
This little Xiao Naimao is probably doing this on purpose, just to make me wipe her face, Xue Yang suspected.
Still, he didn't say anything, simply pulling out a new tissue and carefully wiping her face once more.
