diymy Chapter 15 Emergency Response
Chapter 15 Emergency Response
Nakajima Hiroshi paused at the door.
He then quickly closed the door, put the bag on the table, and strode towards Asuka.
"Don't move."
He pinched Asuka's cheek and examined it closely.
The situation is terrible.
The sequins are somewhat bent, indicating that they have been subjected to external force and rubbing, which in most cases would cut the skin.
Those cosmetics and bacteria could very well enter through the wound, causing pigmentation or allergic infections.
This is a disastrous problem for celebrities.
It must be dealt with immediately.
He immediately pulled over a chair and shoved Asuka down onto it.
"Keep your head down, face down, and wait for me to come back!"
Having said that, he took two steps at a time and headed straight for the nearest drugstore.
Asuka sat obediently in the chair.
She felt a little relieved the moment she returned from Nakajima Hiroshi's place.
It's like this guy can handle anything.
However, since I'm such a troublemaker, what if he gets angry one day and...
Thinking of this, the darkness before me seemed exceptionally long.
Soon, familiar footsteps approached from afar.
The girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems I need to think more carefully and use my brain more when I act in the future.
"Asuka, cosmetics are oily substances, so washing them with water usually only makes them smudge worse."
"For makeup removal, the first step is to apply a hydrating mask."
As he explained, Nakajima Hiro put his arm around Asuka's shoulder to adjust her posture, then shook the makeup remover, soaked a cotton pad with the liquid, and gently covered Asuka's face.
He was careful, trying to avoid the glitter as much as possible, and cleaned up the surrounding area first.
"Also, if you find these shimmering glitter particles in your makeup, never rub them."
"Although they may look insignificant, they can potentially cut tiny wounds on your skin or even ruin it."
"oh……"
Just as Asuka was about to speak, Nakajima Hiro interrupted her: "Don't move."
He stretched out his finger and drew a few circles on Asuka's cheek: "The glitter is mainly staying in these areas now. Do you feel any discomfort?"
"It's a little prickly."
This confirms that there was indeed a cut.
Asuka bit her lip: "Nakajima... I... will I...?"
If the skin on his face gets damaged, will Nakajima Hiro still want him?
"Don't worry, I'm here."
The man's answer was reassuring.
To deal with the current situation, the cotton pads need to be changed every thirty seconds or so, and the areas with glitter need to be repeated even more times.
Because Hiroshi Nakajima dared not rub it too hard, for fear of causing further damage.
With gentle wiping, the stains were gradually removed, revealing her originally fair skin.
Right now, it's a bit congested and red.
Hiroki Nakajima likely meticulously worked on each area in sequence, starting around the eyes, cheeks, then the jawline, and gradually moving towards the collarbone and...
Asuka's breathing gradually quickened.
Yes, I need to encounter it...
Suddenly, the man stopped moving.
Nakajima Hiro patted her little head: "Here, you can do it yourself."
Asuka opened her eyes and, following the direction the other person indicated, saw the smudged marks on her collar and the two small handprints.
If it's Nakajima cleaning, he'll have to tear down the collar, and then...
Her face flushed red instantly, all the way down to her neck.
"Make sure the cotton pad is fully soaked, don't rush, and don't rub it roughly."
"I...I understand!"
She fled the scene as if she were escaping.
However, Asuka quickly and hesitantly moved back: "Naka, Nakajima..."
The voice was so faint it was almost pitiful.
"Um?"
"I……"
She said awkwardly in a low voice, "The restroom is inconvenient; it's occupied, so..."
Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.
Her tight-fitting top, once torn open, would be practically the same as being naked.
Rather than awkwardly wiping yourself in front of strangers, it's better to...
Nakajima Hiroshi remained silent for a moment.
"I see."
He pondered for a moment, then took off his shirt and handed it to Asuka: "Use this to cover yourself up properly."
The child's privacy should be respected appropriately.
Asuka took the clothes as if they were a lifeline and hugged them tightly to her chest.
Hiroshi Nakajima, he actually has abs...
"Turn your head slightly to the left."
Nakajima Hiro smoothed her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
A subtle shiver ran through my fingertips.
Asuka stared intently at the shirt in her arms.
She was so nervous that she almost crumpled it into a ball, which only made it less effective at covering her skin, revealing large areas of her fair complexion.
Each touch was astonishingly clear, like a small cluster of static electricity exploding.
Fortunately, Nakajima Hiroshi's eyes were clear.
His gaze was focused intently on the stains, and he used cotton pads to dissolve them little by little and wipe them clean.
The movements were slow, but there was absolutely no hint of groping.
"Asuka, pull your shirt down a bit more. Don't worry, I..."
"No, it's okay."
Tiny mosquitoes.
A dozen minutes later, Nakajima Hiroshi withdrew his hand and walked towards the door: "Use my clothes for now, come home with me later and I'll find you a change."
"good……"
The door closed, and a few seconds later, Asuka cautiously looked at the shirt in her hand.
Because of my grip, it got some stains, but it's still better than the one I'm wearing.
moment.
Rustling.
"Here, take this..."
Asuka blushed and stuffed the crumpled crop top into Nakajima Hiro's hands.
Hiroshi Nakajima: "..."
"You take it yourself."
Just kidding, if you carry this on the tram, you'll be mistaken for a pervert.
The shirt was too big on Asuka, even covering her shorts, so that at first glance, all that could be seen were her long, fair legs.
In the past, Asuka would never hesitate to show off her stunning charm, but along the way, she kept regretting that she was dressed too lightly.
Nakajima Hiro's apartment hasn't been partitioned yet, so there's only an excessively large tatami mat.
The interior furnishings are quite simple, with the overall decor leaning towards brown tones, and the same comforting incense as Nakajima Hiro.
Although it wasn't personally arranged by Nakajima Hiroshi, it largely suits his style, which is probably thanks to the system.
"Don't worry, I won't sleep here tonight."
He explained in a timely manner, "Your moving in was an unexpected situation. I will build a partition later to give you your own space."
"It's okay, you don't need to go out and find a place to sleep, anyway..."
"No, I have my own things to do."
As he spoke, Nakajima Hiro handed Asuka a tube of repair gel: "Hold out your hand."
Asuka obediently did as instructed.
Hiroshi Nakajima demonstrated on her wrist.
"Like this, apply a thin layer to the wound before bed, apply it again tomorrow morning, and then wait here for me to come back."
"I'll take you to the dermatology clinic at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Let a professional check for any residues or potential problems, and perform the necessary maintenance and repairs."
"Don't do your own makeup for the next fifteen days. I'll arrange for someone to teach you individually later."
Then, Nakajima Hiroshi's tone became serious.
"I was lucky this time; I just happened to be back. The wound looks..."
He pinched Asuka's chin, examined her carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief as if to confirm: "Hmm, it doesn't seem deep."
"But you can't rely on luck every time. If there's any infection or pigmentation left behind, it could be a fatal blow to your future career on camera, understand?"
Asuka nodded vigorously.
"I'm so sorry, I've caused you trouble again."
"I will work hard to pay you back for the treatment, so..."
She instinctively wanted to say "Don't leave me," but suddenly stopped.
Upon closer reflection, Nakajima Hiroshi had never expressed such a sentiment; it had all been him who had been worrying on his own.
Without realizing it, it seems...
I've become somewhat dependent on this guy.
"By the way, what are you going to do? Is there anything I can do to help?"
The girl meant well.
Only by being able to play a certain role can one stand firmly by Nakajima Hiroshi's side.
However, even she could see that Nakajima Hiroshi's breathing had clearly hit a snag.
This man actually showed a nervous expression?