She raised her hand to touch the corner of her mouth, but no matter how she touched, she couldn't find that grain of rice.
Lu Jihan couldn't hold back anymore and simply picked up a napkin, raised his hand, and wiped her face.
He wasn't gentle at all, and he used quite a bit of strength in that wipe.
Song Yinyin immediately cried out in pain, "Ouch..."
She looked up and glared at Lu Jihan, quickly snatching the napkin from his hand, "Forget it, I'll wipe it myself!"
Lu Jihan just glanced at her and didn't say anything.
...
After eating, Song Yinyin volunteered to wash the dishes, and Lu Jihan didn't argue, letting her go to the kitchen.
When Song Yinyin finished washing the dishes and came out, she saw Lu Jihan sitting on the sofa with one hand supporting his ear and the other gently pressing his temple, looking pained.
"What's wrong, is your headache acting up again?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's a bit throbbing."
"Do you want me to give you a massage?"
