Gu Chen's heart softened at the sight, and he immediately reached out to caress her head: "Did that hurt?"
Lin Yuning, half-awake from the alcohol and drowsy, saw Gu Chen looking at her with such a tender—indeed, doting—gaze, she thought she was dreaming.
Therefore, she pouted in grievance, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around Gu Chen's waist, tilting her head up with a voice as soft as a kitten's: "It hurts so much, blow on it for me."
Gu Chen paused slightly, then realizing she must still be drunk, helplessly replied: "Blowing on it won't stop the pain."
"I don't care, I want you to blow on it," Lin Yuning insisted, still holding tightly to Gu Chen's waist.
Her childish behavior was endearing in a way that one couldn't bring oneself to dislike.
Gu Chen lowered his head slightly and gently blew on the tip of her nose.
"Does it feel better now?" Gu Chen asked.
Lin Yuning curved her lips into a naive and bright smile: "Much better."
