Qiao Jiezhe felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his mind was completely blank, and all he could see was the pitiful little face in front of him.
After Mi Huan finished treating his wound, she let out a sigh of relief. She lowered her head and caught the man's gaze, froze for a second, then her face suddenly flushed red. She awkwardly stepped back, turned around and pretended to tidy things up to cover her nervousness.
Qiao Jiezhe snapped back to himself too, cleared his throat awkwardly. "Thanks."
"No need to thank me. Do you have any eggs? I'll boil one and roll it over your face for you." Mi Huan said as she stood up and quickly headed to the kitchen to cook an egg.
Qiao Jiezhe stared at the girl's figure in the kitchen, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. He reached up to touch his chest. What was wrong with him? Why was his heart beating so fast?
