"Wait a second." Wu Shuwei just turned around and Li Yifei spoke, so she had to turn back and look at Li Yifei, a bit puzzled.
Li Yifei raised his hand and wiped Wu Shuwei's face. She initially wanted to dodge but eventually let Li Yifei's fingers touch her face.
"It's nothing, you got something on your face, looks like ink, remember to wash it off when you get back," Li Yifei said casually.
"Oh, okay, I'll wash it off later." Wu Shuwei felt her face heat up. In front of so many people, Li Yifei's intimate gesture made her feel a bit shy, especially since they weren't that kind of relationship.
But she didn't particularly resist, Wu Shuwei knew she couldn't stand other men making such intimate gestures, even formalities like handshake in business dealings were uncomfortable for her.
"Alright, off you go, I'm going to clean up this antelope." Li Yifei nodded his chin.
