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The large wooden basin had four ears added by Qi Yuan to secure the filter cloth. However, after several scoops, one end of the cloth broke, dropping a heavy load of grass residue into the basin. Scalding juice splashed up, and Wu Shengnan covered her face, letting out a scream.
Without thinking, Qi Yuan stepped forward to pull her hand away and check. Wu Shengnan's eyes filled with tears from the pain as she choked out, "How bad is it? Did I get hurt badly? Am I disfigured?"
Looking at the small red dots on her face, Qi Yuan reassured her, "It's nothing, just a little bit. You won't be disfigured."
"It hurts; can you blow on it?" Wu Shengnan pointed to the painful spot, making her request.
"Okay," Qi Yuan replied and began to blow gently.
Since he was standing a bit far away, Wu Shengnan felt no cooling sensation and leaned her face closer to his mouth. By the time Qi Yuan realized what was happening, his lips were mere inches from her face.
Wu Shengnan's big, wet eyes blinked innocently and pitifully as she raised her face effortlessly. But Qi Yuan's heart was in chaos, like the grass residue on the filter cloth—completely disordered. He forgot to cool her down and stood frozen, his mind blank and unable to think.
As Wu Shengnan felt the cooling air disappear from her face, the pain returned. She turned to urge him on, but inadvertently, their lips brushed together.
In an instant, both pulled away from each other.
Qi Yuan trembled as he fumbled with the torn filter cloth, stammering, "I-I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to."
He intended to reattach the cloth but accidentally tore it in half with a strong tug.
When Yu Chunmiao arrived with Qi Chong carrying the filtered Xian Cao juice, they found Qi Yuan blushing as he poured the juice from the basin into a pot. Wu Shengnan sat in front of the stove with her head down, swaying back and forth.
Qi Chong had his suspicions but kept a straight face. He casually scolded his brother for being clumsy before taking over with a freshly dried filter cloth.
Yu Chunmiao quickly caught on but was unaware of what had transpired between them. As Qi Yuan carried the Xian Cao juice into the kitchen, she quietly asked him, "Did you touch the girl’s hand or grab her waist? Did she trip and fall or just feel dizzy?"
Qi Yuan’s already flushed face turned even redder as he stood frozen with the basin in hand, unconsciously licking his lips.
Yu Chunmiao patted him on the back and said, "Nice going, little brother! Just go for it! You’re really brave; I’m rooting for you!"
Yu Chunmiao turned and walked away, completely ignoring the tearful Qi Yuan behind her.
He hurried after Yu Chunmiao, trying to explain, "Sister-in-law, I didn’t mean it. It was her; she came over and... I think Wu Shengnan just got a bit too close by accident. Saying that tarnishes her character."
He continued, "It’s not really her fault; she just happened to be near me."
Yu Chunmiao turned around and looked at him meaningfully. "No need to explain; I understand. Little brother, just enjoy your sweet romance. Don’t carry so many burdens—if you like her, go for it. If you run into any difficulties, just tell your sister-in-law; I’ll help you."
After humming a tune, she walked away, leaving Qi Yuan with his still stiff legs following behind. The more he tried to explain, the worse it seemed to get, so he decided to drop the subject altogether.
Meanwhile, Wu Shengnan had just calmed the fluttering in her heart when she looked up and saw Qi Chong’s expressionless face staring back at her.
Her heart began to race again, but this time it was out of fear.
Since childhood, her brother had always been kind and loving towards her; no matter how fierce the world outside was, he always treated her gently. His colleagues also adored her, always showing her kindness and respect.
Now faced with this cold, unyielding expression, she couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated.
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