She took the time to tidy herself up in the washroom before she came out. A gentle breeze blew at her long soft hair, and a few strands flew about with some lingering on her fair face.
Spring water flow and spring woods grow, yet even the spring's warm breeze could never compare to you.
Yan Beicheng silently recited this poem. His dark eyes were gentle and smiling, like stars in the skies. They were bright even under the sunlight.
He suddenly stood straight up. His height was evident as Lin Chu could only see his chest at this point. She held her breath as she watched him get closer.
As his perfectly structured fingers lifted and brushed against her lips and nose, it was like she could smell the light, cool fragrance of pine from when she was at Hotel Sheng Yue last night.
Lin Chu's mind went blank for a moment until his fingertips touched her face, and it was like a sudden surge of current was running through her. Her face blushed red and instinctively lifted her head to look at him. The expression on his handsome face did not change. His fingers were fiddling her strands of hair that the wind had blown across her face. They lightly brushed against her skin, it was a little ticklish and a little tingling, but she dared not lift her hands to touch her face.
It was when his fingertips brushed across her ears that she had suddenly felt a strong tingling sensation. The sun that was shining on her ears had seemed to maximize the heat above her head.
Lin Chu came to her senses, feeling so uneasy that she wanted to hide but ended feeling a sharp pain on her face. His fingertips had brushed the wound on her cheek.
She could not stop herself from moaning out in pain and saw Yan Beiccheng frowned.
"I saw her hit your head too, where did she hit you exactly," Yan Beicheng frowned as he asked.
"It's nothing," Lin Chu replied and almost immediately wished she had pinched herself hard.
Her voice sounded like it was stuck in her throat, weak and pretentious, she desperately wished that it did not belong to her.
Even if she did not say anything, Yan Beicheng's fingers had already moved upwards to find out for himself. At first touch, he had already felt an obvious bump on her head. Lin Chu winced from the pain and tried to move away.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," Yan Beicheng said coldly.
Lin Chu felt indistinct anger from him but yet was incredulous that it could happen, so she immediately dismissed the thought and said, "There is no need to. It's just a minor wound, I'll just wait for the swell to subside."
Yan Beicheng looked at her coldly and was silent for a moment before saying, "I came here specifically to take you to the hospital. If you are refusing to go, won't that be wasting my time waiting here? Is my time that invaluable?"
Lin Chu was dumbfounded. "Master Yan, do you need to return to your office to work? If you're that busy, you really don't need to bother yourself with me."
"Then what are we going to do about the time I used waiting for you? I don't do things that yield no results," Yan Beicheng's hands left the swell on her head and went back into his pockets.
His pose looked cool and striking, yet how was it that he sounded like a hooligan?
She could see that Yan Beicheng was not going to leave unless she agreed, it seemed that he was also not about to let her leave just like that. The two of them could not be having a Mexican standoff at the side of the road, especially since Yan Beicheng was so attractive. Lin Chu had no choice but to nod her head in agreement.
It was like she was still in shock from last night. The moment Lin Chu sat in the car, she immediately buckled her belt. The entire process was so fast that Yan Beicheng did not quite know what to make of it.