Chapter 14: Tan Jiao 03 (3)
After passing me a small piece of gauze that I pressed on the wound, he tore me a piece of tape that I pasted on.
“It’s crooked,” he finally said something.
“It’s fine. Just give me another strip.” I reached my hand toward him.
It was strange. Even though we had only met twice, even though he was the type of guy I would never become close to. I was even questioning whether he had kicked the ball at me. Yet, the two of us could sit here calmly doing these things without feeling awkward. It was as if we were old friends.
Instead of passing me a strip of tape, he got up and came in front of me. I looked up at him and saw his focused gaze. With a gentle touch, he carefully pasted the tape he held on my leg.
I did not move.
His face had no expression, and only his rough finger gently grazed my skin, causing a slight tickle and warmth.
I too put on a poker face.
As though it was not my leg that he was putting a strip of tape on, and it was not me who he was helping.