"Caught a cold?" Shi Jihan asked anxiously. "Don't tell me you got hit so hard you damaged your brain."
He now had an accurate understanding of just how valuable a male lead's brain was in those webnovels.
Zhou Jingcheng pulled out a tissue and covered his nose and mouth, looking at him speechlessly. After a moment, he said, "My right eye twitched just now. Left eye twitching means fortune, right eye twitching means—"
Shi Jihan clapped a hand over his mouth, tissue and all, smacking it onto his face. "Right-eye twitching is a normal physiological reaction caused by repeated contractions of the orbicularis oculi muscle inside the eyelid. Its scientific name is eyelid tremor. In other words, you haven't been resting properly."
"Go. To. Sleep!"
Zhou Jingcheng was chased back to his office, where there was a partitioned room used as a lounge.
Before being pushed inside, he braced a foot against the door, turned to look at Shi Jihan, and gently held Shi Jihan's chin as he inspected his face from side to side.
Shi Jihan's head was turned this way and that, leaving him full of question marks. "What are you doing?"
Zhou Jingcheng looked closely and confirmed there were no red marks on his face, but during the meeting, he had clearly seen Shi Xiaohan looking as if he had been punched by something.
Did that Air Gentleman not leave marks?
Zhou Jingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Zero-Zero-Zero, floating in midair, inexplicably shuddered.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Shi Jihan pressed when Zhou Jingcheng stayed silent.
"There is." Zhou Jingcheng nodded. "The face I like."
What a hilariously cheesy pickup line.
Shi Jihan fell silent for several seconds. "...Can you smell something? Did your brain get fried?"
Zhou Jingcheng: .
*You weren't saying that