Feng Qi walked over from the side and smoothly took the empty glass nutrient solution bottle from her hand. He casually tossed it into a nearby trash can, then pulled a wet wipe from the table and began to slowly and meticulously wipe her fingers. "Remember to wipe your hands after you finish your nutrient solution," he said softly.
Jiang Zheyu's lips parted slightly, but she was momentarily speechless. 'What's happening? Why do they both feel so strange?'
After wiping her fingers with the wet wipe, Feng Qi took a dry tissue and slowly went over them again. His movements were unhurried, and his fingers "accidentally" tangled with hers for a moment.
'Is he wiping my fingers or just playing with them?!'
Su Yan went even further, using a tissue to clean the residual nutrient solution from the corner of her lips, the pad of his finger gently caressing them.
