C1162 Just Leave It Alone

Di Qingyan's sleeve brushed against Wen Shaoxing's forehead, and he jumped up like a startled cat, all claws and teeth.

"What are you doing?"

Di Qingyan froze, her sleeve still raised, clearly surprised. "I was just trying to wipe your sweat. It's dripping down your neck."

Wen Shaoxing stared blankly at her hand clutching the sleeve and mumbled, "No need to wipe it