Jia had asked casually, but her gaze lingered a fraction longer than necessary. She tiptoed up slightly, squinting her eyes and tracing the lines under his.
"Your eyes look puffy."
"Don't worry, Spicy~ I slept like a baby," he lied smoothly.
"Hm." A faint curve touched her lips. "You don't look like it."
Mingshen stared at her face that kept inching closer and closer to study his sleepless features. The detective light in her eyes was illuminated as if trying to decode some deeply buried secret of his. Amidst that, a few hair strands fluttered across her cheek and before her eyes. The dream flashed before him like a high-speed train running without a full-stop.
Unconsciously, he swallowed a gulp, feeling the familiar tightness in his chest. His palm flew towards it, sensing his erratic heartbeats.
"Something wrong with your chest?" She frowned.
"No…"
"Hm, it really looks like you are not doing well," her eyes squinted again. "Do you have a fever?"
