After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

He remembered his mother saying, "Ruoruo is a good child in every way, except she can't cook. Last time she almost burned through the pot."

I almost burned the pot through.

Qi Wenshen calmly pulled Shen Ruo away and went into the kitchen.

"I'll do it."

He said.

Shen Ruo peeked into the pot and said, "Then I'll serve you some rice."

Qi Wenshen didn't look at her. "No need."

Shen Ruo pursed her lips. Did she think she was afraid Shen Ruo would break the bowl?

She reached out to grab a bowl from the sterilizing cabinet, which was on the top shelf. Qi Wenshen happened to turn around to get something, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"Cousin, move aside, I need to get a bowl."

Qi Wenshen stepped aside, but did not go far.

His gaze fell on Shen Ruo's back as she tiptoed to reach the sterilizing cabinet.

The hem of the sheep-themed pajama top was pulled up a little, revealing a small section of the waist, which looked exceptionally slender against the backdrop of the oversized pajama top.

He lowered his eyes, turned around, and continued heating the food.

Shen Ruo finally got the bowl and filled it with rice.

Looking at the pork rib soup in the pot, she suddenly felt that she should do something more meaningful.

For example, help watch the pot to prevent the soup from overflowing.

"Cousin, you go sit down. I'll watch the pot."

Qi Wenshen glanced at her.

Are you sure?

"I'm sure, isn't it just about watching the pot? As long as the soup is hot, what's so difficult about that?"

Qi Wenshen hesitated for a moment, then turned and went out. He had just sat down for less than a second when a scream came from behind him.

"ah…"

Qi Wenshen was startled and rushed into the kitchen.

Shen Ruo stood three steps away from the stove, covering her face with her hands. Qi Wenshen first turned down the fire, put the lid on the pot, and then turned around.

His breath hitched, and he asked in a low voice, "Did you get splashed with soup?"

Shen Ruo, with a mournful face, lowered her hand and said, "Um, my lips hurt so much..."

Qi Wenshen lowered his head.

Those two full lips were like freshly picked rose petals, moist and slightly pouting.

However, there is a small, rather deep dot in the very center of the lower lip.

It must have been a drop of oil from the soup that landed on her lips.

Qi Wenshen frowned slightly.

He turned off the stove, pulled Shen Ruo out of the kitchen, and had her sit on the sofa in the living room. He then turned to get the first-aid kit.

Shen Ruo sat on the sofa, gently touched her lips with her finger, and hissed.

It didn't hurt too much, but it had that burning sensation you get after being scalded, which was quite uncomfortable.

Qi Wenshen returned with his medicine box and sat down on the sofa next to Shen Ruo.

He opened the medicine box, rummaged through it, took out a tube of burn ointment, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a little onto his finger.

Shen Ruo looked at the lump of ointment and suddenly realized something.

She whispered, "Cousin, I can apply it myself."

Qi Wenshen also realized this.

His fingers paused for a moment. He looked down at the clump of ointment that had been squeezed out from his fingertip, then looked at Shen Ruo.

Logically, he should have handed her the ointment so she could apply it herself.

This is the most reasonable, appropriate, and misunderstanding-free approach.

But he didn't want to.

This idea came out of nowhere, made no sense, and was even a bit incomprehensible.

Shen Ruo saw the momentary hesitation in his eyes.

That hesitation made her wonder if she was wasting the ointment?

Shen Ruo deliberately urged him, "Cousin, hurry up and apply it, the ointment is almost dry."

Qi Wenshen glanced at her.

Shen Ruo slightly tilted her head back, watching Qi Wenshen's face enlarge in front of her, and she nervously closed her eyes.

Qi Wenshen steadied himself and placed his finger on her lips.

For a moment, both of their bodies went slightly numb.

Qi Wenshen gently applied the ointment to her lower lip with his fingers. The ointment gradually melted, turning into a thin, transparent film that covered the small burn.

His finger trembled slightly on Shen Ruo's lips.

Her eyes were closed, but she could feel Qi Wenshen was very close.

I dare not open my eyes.

She was afraid of getting too close, so close that she might do things she couldn't control.

She could feel his gaze.

His gaze was fixed on her lips, focused and earnest.

Shen Ruo's face began to burn.

Qi Wenshen gently applied the lipstick to her lips, and after finishing the burn area, he should have stopped.

But he didn't pull his hand away; it was still there. His fingertips slowly slid from her lower lip to the corner of her mouth, and from the corner of her mouth to the peak of her upper lip. The movement changed from gently rubbing to gently stroking, as if someone was touching something he had coveted for a long time but never dared to touch. Now that he had finally touched it, he didn't want to let go.

Shen Ruo's eyelashes began to tremble slightly.

What is he doing?

Isn't there only one point?

What does it mean to touch both the upper and lower lips like that?

Her breathing became somewhat difficult.

Shen Ruo couldn't help but slightly open her mouth, wanting to inhale more air.

Qi Wenshen's gaze fell on her slightly parted lips.

Those two lips, full and rose-red, were coated with a thin layer of transparent ointment, and gleamed with a moist sheen under the light.

Like a rosebud about to bloom, its petals have opened slightly, revealing the stamen inside, as if it is inviting something.

His throat moved, bobbing up and down.

His fingers were still on her lips, his fingertips caressing the edge of her lower lip. That action had nothing to do with applying medicine anymore; desire was gradually creeping into his eyes.

Shen Ruo's body trembled slightly, the sensation spreading from her lips to her entire body like a weak electric current, tingling and numb, running from the tip of her lips straight to the soles of her feet.

Qi Wenshen neither stopped nor approached.

He just stood there, his finger resting on her lips, his nose less than ten centimeters away from hers, and the ambiguous atmosphere grew stronger.

Shen Ruo's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She felt Qi Wenshen's burning gaze, as if it wanted to scorch through her clothes.

She felt his lips were very, very close to hers.

Qi Wenshen, is he going to kiss her?

Is something wrong?

She swore that she had never seduced him.

Shen Ruoxin's heart was pounding, her palms were sweating nervously, and her mind was in complete chaos.

In the original novel, he only fell in love with the female lead, and fans waited hundreds of chapters before he finally kissed her for the first time.

Now Qi Wenshen wants to kiss her, but she didn't seduce him, so the original plot has changed.

But even if things change, she's still just a passerby; he has his leading lady.

He kissed her now. When the female lead appears, will he still give you a second glance?

The original plot will not change just because you have an advantage.

Shen Ruoyi shuddered, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

All the pink bubbles burst in that instant.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

Qi Wenshen's face was inches away, and in those deep eyes, there was something she could understand that he hadn't had time to look away from.

Looking into those eyes, she felt a sharp, aching pain in her heart, as if something had shattered there, impossible to pick up again.