"Uh, haha." An Ruoxue gave a helpless, dry laugh. She pulled a wet wipe from her bag and said with concern, "Young Master Rong, why don't you let me wipe your face first?"
An Ruoxue had cleverly shifted the topic.
Rong Che lowered his gaze, glancing at the wet wipe in her hand. His long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly, "You wipe my face."
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