Que Zelian's fingers lightly caressed her right cheek. Xiao Jinsheng set down the handkerchief she had been using to dab at her lips and suddenly remembered that Li's hand had also grazed her face not long ago.
She worried whether Li had left some kind of mark on her face.
Forcing herself to remain calm, she tilted her head and asked Que Zelian with a puzzled but smiling expression, "What's wrong?"
"There's some dust on your face. Just cleaning it off for you." Que Zelian withdrew his hand and shifted his gaze away from Xiao Jinsheng's exposed neck on the right, where he had brushed aside her hair.
Xiao Jinsheng's smeared lipstick—it looked more like it had been smudged by someone else rather than just nervously bitten by herself, at least in Que Zelian's eyes.
Xiao Jinsheng's acting skills were excellent, but no matter how composed she appeared on the surface, she couldn't completely hide her inner unease—or more accurately, her guilty conscience.
