Mo Beichen looked at her profile bathed in sunlight, so close to him and yet so unreachably distant. He stood up, went to the fridge, grabbed some ice, and found a clean towel to wrap it.
He came to her with the towel-wrapped ice, bent down, and pressed the towel to her face, "Ice it first, it can help alleviate pain and reduce swelling."
Their proximity suddenly closed in, and Gu Qian smelt the scent of a perfume that was not his. Her heart felt uncomfortable, and she pressed her hand against the towel, "Keep your distance from me."
Her disdainful tone instantly changed Mo Beichen's expression. He pursed his lips and walked behind the desk, his heart tumultuously uncomfortable.
He picked up the cigarette pack, lit a cigarette, and put it to his lips, slowly exhaling the light white smoke. Instead of being soothed by the taste of nicotine, he became more irritable.
