"There's dirt in my eye." Shen Lingxing closed his left eye, and said calmly.
"Is it the left eye?" Mi Jing looked at Shen Lingxing with a hint of frustration, still speaking urgently, "Don't close your eyes tightly."
Seeing Mi Jing's anxious expression, Shen Lingxing hid his joy in his heart, kept his face calm, and said in a steady tone, "I can't open my eye."
"Try to relax and open your eye; I'll blow it for you." Mi Jing leaned closer to Shen Lingxing, pouted her lips, and blew towards Shen Lingxing's eye.
Whoosh—
Accompanied by the sound of blowing, Mi Jing's glossy, delicate lips were only about a finger's width away from his eye. Feeling a warmth in his heart, Shen Lingxing opened his left eye that was slightly closed, and a smile appeared on his lips.