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Shen Du's hand, which was about to touch her cheek, paused for a moment before he stuffed the tissue into Yao Nian's hand.
The girl’s wide eyes were filled with confusion. Shen Du couldn’t help but laugh at her expression and lightly tapped her lips.
In a hurry, Yao Nian pulled out her phone to take a look. The black screen reflected her bewildered face, along with a faint layer of milky residue lingering above her lips.
Instantly, Yao Nian shifted into damage control mode, quickly wiping away the milk stain, and glanced at Shen Du with a look full of grievance. How long had she been talking to him with this face?
What made it even more awkward was that when Shen Du leaned closer to her, she naively thought that the one who would rescue her from this embarrassing situation was the receptionist. She waved towards them and reminded, "Mr. Shen, your card is still at the front desk."
As Shen Du stood up to retrieve his card, Yao Nian casually let her gaze wander. When she caught sight of the travel bag he had placed on the floor, an idea suddenly struck her.
Why not just sneakily give him something without any elaborate excuses? This way, Shen Du wouldn’t even have a chance to refuse.
Thus, Yao Nian did something rather unorthodox. She took out a gift box from her bag and stealthily moved two steps closer to his spot. Squatting down, she opened a small gap in the zipper of his travel bag.
While keeping an eye on Shen Du's movements, she quickly stuffed the gift box through the opening. Mission accomplished.
But why did it feel so much like stealing when she was just giving him a gift?
As Yao Nian zipped up the bag again, she realized that despite several attempts to pull the zipper, it wouldn’t budge at all. Pushing aside the fabric lining, she discovered that the zipper head had gotten caught in it.
Seeing Shen Du walking back from the front desk made her nervous; she yanked on the zipper with more force. At that moment, Yao Nian was half-squatting, and her palms were slightly sweaty. With one sudden pull, the zipper head slipped from her grasp, causing her to lose balance and crash headfirst into the glass coffee table in front of her.
Shen Du reacted quickly and rushed over, but there was still some distance between them. Just as he grabbed Yao Nian's arm to pull her back, she bumped her forehead hard against the corner of the table.
“Ouch!” Yao Nian let out a muffled groan in pain.
At that moment, the first thought that flashed through her mind was that she should have checked the almanac before stepping out; it must have warned against going out today, indicating that everything would go awry.
I glanced over as Shen Du quickly pulled Yao Nian up from the ground, his gaze fixed intently on her. Her once smooth and fair forehead was now flushed, with a small bump forming in the upper left corner.
"Let’s go." Shen Du grasped her arm and led her to the washbasin in the hotel lobby, turning on the faucet.
He scooped water with his hands and gently patted it against the corner of Yao Nian's forehead, the cool water contrasting with his warm palms. "Keep rinsing for a bit," he said as he turned to step outside.
Yao Nian looked at her reflection in the mirror; her hair was dampened by the water, and the swollen bump seemed to be growing larger. An inexplicable sense of unease washed over her, as if she were drawing a sword and looking around in confusion.
When Shen Du returned, he had something in his hand. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was sesame oil, an essential condiment for her favorite dish from Chuan Xiao Yi.
Yao Nian took a cautious step back, eyeing him warily. "I think it doesn’t hurt at all now."
"Come here," Shen Du said as he opened the bottle. "This will help reduce the swelling."
Without waiting for her response, Shen Du's hand came down firmly, gently massaging the swollen bump on her forehead.
While this scene might not be romantic, it certainly felt warm. The strong aroma of sesame oil made Yao Nian feel like a piece of beef just pulled from a hot pot.
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