Her tightly shut eyelashes trembled slightly.
Like a butterfly fluttering in the darkness, it seemed to be a mix of fear of the unknown and anticipation for an uncontrollable adventure.
But the fingers on the back of her neck and the warmth on her forehead quickly retreated.
Jiang Qingli slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion in them.
After a few seconds, she lowered her head in a slight panic as she realized what had just happened—
Xie Youchen must have noticed her face was a little red, so he'd pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature.
It was a trick Jiang Qingli had taught him.
It was how they always did it in the TV shows she watched as a child, so once when Xie Youchen was sick, she had done the same to him.
They didn't know each other well back then, so a nervous Jiang Qingli hadn't controlled her strength, and their foreheads had bumped together with a loud THUD.
