Ji Junxue pretended to be indifferent and laughed.
"A few people were scrambling for the ball and accidentally hit my face with it."
"..." Jing Che didn't say much, squeezing out some ointment to activate blood circulation and reduce swelling, he gently applied it to Ji Junxue's face.
His fingertips gently rubbed on Ji Junxue's fair face, the tingling sensation causing Ji Junxue to blush.
Seeing his appearance, Jing Che chuckled softly.
"You just watch TV here, I'll cook dinner today."
"Are you sure, Jing Che?"
Ji Junxue didn't praise Jing Che's Chinese cooking skills, his Western dishes were indeed good, but when it came to Chinese cuisine, he didn't even know how to distinguish between different vegetables.
"There are semifinished products in the fridge, just need to be prepared a bit." That's why he only bought some greens as side dishes to eat.
"..." Is this also considered cooking?
