"Hey, your eyes are watering." Maimai took a deep breath in surprise, looking left and right at his eyes.
She thought she was seeing things. The reason she said Sheng Sheng's eyes were watering was because she couldn't believe a man like Sheng Sheng would cry like she did. He was Gu ZhiSheng, after all — a man, a resolute and steadfast man. He would definitely not cry, so his eyes must be watering.
Sheng Sheng awkwardly turned his head, rubbing it with his arm. His hands were covered in medicinal wine, so he naturally couldn't use them to wipe his eyes. After wiping, he said, "No, they aren't."
"They are obviously watering. Did you fall in the kitchen just now? Where did you hurt yourself? Does it hurt a lot? Let me see." Maimai grabbed his hand and asked anxiously.
Sheng Sheng replied again, "I didn't fall hard."
"If it didn't hurt, then why are your eyes watering? Ah, why is your body so hot?" Maimai quickly used her hand to feel his forehead.
