Chapter 92: Sweet Life
“Awake?” Before Yin Lingyan could speak, Han Wuyu turned his head and looked at her gently, but…
“Hahahaha… You… your face.” The moment Han Wuyu turned around, Yin Lingyan froze, then was stunned, and then… Oh my god, I can’t hold it in anymore, hahahaha~~
Han Wuyu’s fair face had little black smudges appearing on it. That smoky black formed a clown-like mustache on his face, making him look extremely comical.
Han Wuyu looked at Yin Lingyan, completely bewildered, his eyes full of confusion. This scene made her feel he was as cute as a child.
Seeing this, Yin Lingyan couldn’t help but think of their future life, but did they really have a future? Thinking of this, Yin Lingyan lost the mood to laugh at him, and her emotions instantly became low.
“Hmm?” Han Wuyu placed his hands on her cheeks, successfully drawing a mustache on her face as well, and a triumphant smile flashed in his eyes.
Yin Lingyan shook her head. She didn’t want to spoil the mood. She could only cherish such a beautiful moment.
“Then do you want to kiss?” Han Wuyu playfully said the homophone for “clean” to see Yin Lingyan’s reaction.
Yin Lingyan blankly raised her head. Han Wuyu pointed to his own face. The clown face was reflected in Yin Lingyan’s eyes, and Han Wuyu saw his own face in her intelligent eyes.
However, the silly Yin Lingyan wouldn’t notice this detail. She just thought Han Wuyu wanted her to kiss his cheek, looking at that dark stuff. Yin Lingyan glanced at him awkwardly, her cheeks instantly turning red.
However, it seemed she was blushing from holding back laughter, so she huffed proudly, “I’m not kissing. Your face is so dirty.”
The scheme was successfully concluded. Han Wuyu smirked, “I meant to clean your face. What were you thinking? Could it be…”
As Han Wuyu said this, he took out his mobile phone and placed it in front of Yin Lingyan. Yin Lingyan saw her clown face on the phone screen and immediately remembered Han Wuyu putting his hands on her cheeks.
But…
Look at what she said! Oh dear, how embarrassing. Yin Lingyan’s cheeks turned even redder, extending to her ears. This time, it was… shyness.
Han Wuyu looked at Yin Lingyan like this, his heart stirred. He swallowed and took her small hand, leading her to the restroom.
“You wipe mine first, then I’ll wipe yours,” Han Wuyu handed Yin Lingyan a wet wipe and pointed to his face, signaling Yin Lingyan to start.
Yin Lingyan looked at him and the wet wipe in his hand suspiciously. There was a large mirror right in front of them, so why did he need her help?
Besides, he was so tall, how could she wipe it? Yin Lingyan considered herself quite tall, but in front of Han Wuyu, she was barely worth a glance.
But, he, he, he… saw Yin Lingyan’s doubt and that hint of awkwardness. He actually trotted out and got a stool to sit down. The stool was a bit low, which left Yin Lingyan helpless.
“There’s a mirror here, why don’t you wipe it yourself?” Yin Lingyan pointed to the mirror and asked him with doubt.
Han Wuyu widened his innocent eyes and continued to hand her the wet wipe, “My hand is injured.”
It was only then that Yin Lingyan noticed his hand had various wounds, big and small, and small red blisters from burns. How had she not noticed earlier?
“Ah, how did this happen? Let’s bandage it first.” Upon seeing this, Yin Lingyan felt an inexplicable sense of worry. Although they were just minor burns and cuts, she felt as if she were in pain too.
