1958: C1958 Just Bear with It

C1958 Just Bear with It

Beiming Yumo touched the water and wanted to bend over to wash his face. Huo Chenfei quickly held him down, "This won't do. I have to rush directly."

After she said that, she tiptoed to reach his head. "How about this... Follow my strength and raise your head down."

Beiming Yumo leaned over. The darkness made people instinctively feel insecure. He went down bit by bit until he felt the sensation of water flowing on his cheek.

"Is the temperature suitable?"

Huo Chenfei held his face and moved it closer and closer bit by bit. She could not help but speak a little more softly. "Try to slowly open your eyes."

Beiming Yumo's eyelashes trembled. He tried his best to control his reflex and opened his eyes.

The water rushed past. After a short period of pain, he gradually adapted to it and felt a little better.

"I have to rush for more than ten seconds. Bear with it."

Huo Chenfei said.

"Okay."

Beiming Yumo held his breath, and his Adam's apple instinctively rolled.

Huo Chenfei looked at him without blinking, so she clearly saw this small detail.

Only now did she realize that the distance between the two of them was very close.

In her palm was the clear outline of a man. It was a touch that was completely different from a girl's outline.

The impression Beiming Yumo gave her was that he was silent when she was not familiar with him. He was gentle when she was familiar with him, but the touch of his palm was exceptionally firm and angular. It made her feel that he was a man. He was no longer the young man who had sat in the back of her seat.

"Much better."

Beiming Yumo's words broke Huo Chenfei's train of thought.

She came back to her senses and her tone was somewhat unnatural. "Oh, okay."

Finishing, Huo Chenfei turned off the faucet and said, "Wait for me. I'll get a towel."

She stretched out her hand to take the towel. She did not know if it was because the ground was also stained with water. Her feet slipped and directly hit Beiming Yumo's body.

Beiming Yumo couldn't see her. When his body hit her, he almost subconsciously reached out and wrapped his arms around her.

The water on his face slid down along the outline and fell onto Huo Chenfei's face.

"I, the towel is ready."

Huo Chenfei said somewhat awkwardly.

Then she slowly raised her hand.

Beiming Yumo also realized the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment and hurriedly stretched out his hand, "En, okay."

Who knew? Because he closed his eyes to look. He did not see it. His hand did not touch the towel. Instead, it landed on Huo Chenfei's face.

The touch from his palm made Beiming Yumo feel as if he had been electrocuted. He hurriedly pulled it away.

Huo Chenfei also felt her cheek move. She took half a step back and her voice was somewhat dry. "Let me help you."

After saying that, she raised her hand and pressed the towel on Beiming Yumo's face.

Just now, she said that she wanted to help him relieve the awkwardness, but after she helped Beiming Yumo wipe his face, she realized that it was even more awkward.0

However, both of them just wanted to make it clear that they didn't take it seriously, so they didn't say anything, nor did they want to stop each other.

Huo Chenfei was unable to back down and could only continue to carefully wipe the water droplets off Beiming Yumo's face.

Because they were very close and his eyes were closed, Beiming Yumo's other senses became sharper.

He smelled a faint sweet scent on Huo Chenfei's body. It was a mix of lemon and orange. It was sweet and refreshing at the back.

He also felt the touch on his face. Separated by a layer of towel, it also seemed like he could not get rid of it.

He remembered that she had held his face just now. After a brief moment of piercing pain in his eyes, he thought of her delicate palm. Although the stubble on his face had been shaved clean, would it still be a little prickling on her hand?

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