Before his finger touched her face, Huo Qingcen stopped him.

Her hand, holding his.

"Uncle Xi?"

"You have something on your face."

"Hmm?" Huo Qingcen subconsciously relaxed his fingers.

She raised her hand and wiped her face. There was a little red ink paste on her hands. She wiped it a few more times and asked Xi Chen.

“Is there any more?”

The ink was very coloring. Huo Qingcen rubbed like this, and the remaining red ink was rubbed and fainted on her side, leaving a scarlet color on her face.

Xi Chen looked at her with a smile on his lips, "Yes."

Huo Qingcen suddenly became a little anxious. No girl wanted anything to be stuck on her face, but the ink was fainted layer by layer, as if she couldn't even wipe it off.

There was something on his face, and he was already a little anxious, and his qi and blood were unconsciously pouring out. After repeatedly rubbing his side face, his skin turned red, and the red ink paste that was stained open, he was a little cute.

Just as she was about to find a wet tissue to wipe it, Xi Chen's hand reached out again...

Compared to her skin that was slightly red and hot, his fingertips were slightly cool.

Wipe it gently on her skin.

A cold feeling.

The hot and cold matched, and her breathing sank.

His fingertips were very cold, with a calluse, and he gently wiped it with a touch, which was hard to ignore.

A little red ink was dyed with Xi Chen's fingertips, and her skin was burned with heat, making the tip of her throat itchy, "It seems... it can't be wiped off."

"Then I'll go back to the house to wash."

Huo Qingcen's head was empty, his face turned red, his breathing was heavy, his heartbeat, and he almost bumped into Huo Tinglan who was returning to the room.

"Qing Cen?" Huo Tinglan saw that his sister's face was very red, and looked at Xi Chen in his room with surprise, looking in his eyes, "What are you... doing?"

Why did he make his sister blush?

Xi Chen compared the red ink paste stained on his fingers to him, "She just made the ink paste, but she couldn't wipe it off, so she went back to the house to wash her face."

"Ink?"

"This thing dries fast and has a strong coloring power." Xi Chen said and wiped his fingers. The ink sticks to his fingers. If he doesn't clean it, it will no longer be wiped off.

"Why did you put that thing on your face?" Huo Tinglan frowned.

If it is a red ink, it will be reasonable to make your face red.

"I gave her a seal and got one for you."

"What other gift do you give me?" When Huo Tinglan heard that there was a gift, he did not investigate the fact that his sister blushed.

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At this time, Huo Qingcen had already returned to the room and washed his face twice with facial cleanser, but...

Why is this face still a little red?

Is the ink paste so tint powerful? It seems that I can't wash it clean after leaving.

Thinking about the feeling of wiping his fingertips just now, Huo Qingcen reached out and rubbed his face. The place he touched seemed to have an unavoidable heat at this time.

This heat never dissipated, the redness on his face...

I'm afraid I can't wash it off anyway.

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Huo Tinglan: Ink? So red?

Xi Chen: Yes, do you want to try it?
Chapter completed!