I only know that in the chaos, the manager came over to clean up the mess, and a colleague helped me leave.

That slap was too hard, and soon my whole face swelled up, mixed with blood. The manager wanted to scold me at first, but seeing my miserable state, he ultimately held back his words and told me to go home for the night.

The corner of my eye was slightly injured, and the bleeding quickly stopped. I went home, applied some medicine to my face, but the next day it was still purple and swollen.

I wore a mask to cover it, but the wound at the corner of my eye could not be hidden.

After finishing selling breakfast as usual, I hurried to Mr. Shen's house.

The housekeeper who opened the door saw my injury at a glance, "Oh my, how did your eye get injured?"

I casually smiled, "Accidentally bumped into something."

Usually, it is just the two of us, but unexpectedly, when I walked in today, I saw Mr. Shen still sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

I was stunned, then remembered that today was Saturday, and we didn't have to work.

I greeted him proactively, "Good morning, Mr. Shen."

"Good morning." His gaze stayed on my face, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I have." I avoided eye contact, and quickly said, "I'll go and get busy."

He didn't say much. I cleaned all the places that needed to be wiped on the two floors.

When I got to the coffee table, Mr. Shen, who was sipping coffee on the sofa, suddenly said, "Isn't it uncomfortable wearing a mask?"

I kept moving my hands and feet while wiping the coffee table, without looking up, I replied in a muffled voice, "There's dust, wearing a mask helps."

I worked quickly, finished early, and was about to say goodbye.

Mr. Shen gestured to the seat next to him and said, "Come sit for a while, take a break."

"No need, I have something else to do."

"The wound at the corner of your eye is split, let me put some medicine on before you leave."

I raised my hand to touch it. There was a little blood oozing out as if it had just cracked when I wiped off the sweat.

Only then did I see that Mr. Shen had already taken out the medicine and gauze on the coffee table.

I walked over, a little sluggish.

"Do you have a mirror?" I asked.

Mr. Shen said, "No mirror needed, sit here, I'll help you."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the alcohol bottle and took out a cotton swab.

The cotton swab dipped in alcohol, I saw him reach out gently and slowly spread it on my wound.

The alcohol stung me, and I twitched. He paused.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"It's okay."

The handsome man's fair face was close, serious and focused. I could even see his long eyelashes casting shadows under the morning light, seeming so gentle.

There was a sharp smell of alcohol on his nose, and a pleasant minty scent from his body.

My heart was uncontrollably racing. I was grateful that I was wearing a mask; otherwise, the unusual redness on my cheeks would have been noticed by him.

Time seemed to pass slowly as he carefully applied the gauze for me.

"Take off your mask, otherwise the adhesive won't stick."

I felt a sudden tension, afraid that he would see my current unkempt face, so I came up with a lame excuse.

"I'm not wearing makeup today, sorry, I won't take it off."

I continued, "I've applied the medicine, it's okay, no need for the gauze."

"What if you accidentally bump into it again and it splits? It could get infected."

Mr. Shen's gaze became strangely serious in the morning light. He looked at me in a way that I couldn't resist.

After struggling in my heart for a while, I had no choice but to take off the mask.

As expected, I saw his pupils slightly dilate, reflecting my purplish swollen face.

All my vulnerabilities were once again exposed in front of him, mixed with the memories of every night in that place. I unconsciously clenched my hands tightly on my lap.