Long Lingli held Shen Yujie's chin with one hand and applied some ointment to her face with the other. They were so close that she could almost feel his breath, that unique masculine scent. His eyes were very bright, so bright that she dared not look too much and turned her gaze shyly elsewhere.
She didn't know what he had applied to her face, but after it was applied, the burning sensation disappeared, replaced by a cool one.
After finishing, he finally let go.
"Tonight, you sleep in my bed!"
He pointed to the single bed…
"Oh, okay, what about you?"
"I'll sleep outside!" He opened the wardrobe, took out a blanket, and was about to head out when she suddenly ran up to him and stopped him. "You sleep on the sofa!"
The weather in Paris, especially on a cold rainy night like this, was particularly cold. If he slept outside, he would definitely catch a cold.
