Chu Mucheng went downstairs and ran to the pharmacy at the entrance of the complex to buy Yunnan Baiyao and adhesive bandages.
He rushed there so quickly that he didn’t take an umbrella. By the time he returned, he was out of breath and his clothes were soaking wet.
"Come, let me apply the medicine for you."
Seeing that her hand was still bleeding, Chu Mucheng’s gaze filled with anxious concern.
"No need, I can do it myself!"
An Xiaoyu refused his kindness, took the bottle of medicine from him, and started to apply it herself.
Chu Mucheng’s hand remained suspended in the air, motionless.
Noticing that Chu Mucheng’s expression wasn’t good, An Xiaoyu explained, "Your right hand is injured, it’s inconvenient!"
Chu Mucheng glanced at An Xiaoyu, "My right hand is injured, so you injured your left hand to accompany me?"
"Well, now our injured hands can pair up to make a set!" Chu Mucheng’s lips slightly curved up, carrying a warm smile.
An Xiaoyu’s face fell.
"Chu Mucheng, can you not be so narcissistic? I’m not so desperate as to maim myself! It was just an accident!"
"Mm, I know. Luckily you’re not that strong, you only cut off a piece of flesh. Otherwise, what if you cut off your finger? Then it would be amputation!"
Chu Mucheng mocked her while handing her an adhesive bandage.
"Alright, your hand is injured too, so no need to cook dinner!"
"Then what shall we eat?"
"Didn’t we order takeout earlier? Just eat that!"
An Xiaoyu went back and brought over the takeout.
However, the dishes were a bit cold, so she heated them up in the microwave. Soon, the two of them were sitting at the dining table together.
An Xiaoyu didn’t expect that Chu Mucheng, who was so picky, would also learn to compromise.
This time, Chu Mucheng was using his left hand, and the two chopsticks were always clashing, often dropping food when he tried to pick it up, looking somewhat clumsy.
An Xiaoyu wanted to laugh at his appearance, but found she couldn’t.
Wasn’t he injured because of her?
Deep down, a vague sense of sorrow welled up, accompanied by a deep sense of being moved.
She turned around, went to the kitchen to find a spoon, and quickly brought it out.
Chu Mucheng looked at An Xiaoyu but didn’t take the spoon from her hand.
An Xiaoyu felt awkward, but still took the chopsticks from his hand and stuffed the spoon into his.
"Spoon is a bit more convenient to use."
As she said that, she continued to sit down and eat.
But this time, she started to help Chu Mucheng by picking up food and placing it in his bowl.
"I’m looking after you just because your hand is injured, no need to thank me!"
As An Xiaoyu spoke, she didn’t notice the complex expression on Chu Mucheng’s face.
Chu Mucheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Xiaoyu, it seems we have never had a meal together before! Nor have we ever coexisted peacefully like now!"
An Xiaoyu was raking through the rice in her bowl when she heard this. Her body stiffened for a moment, but then she continued to eat without making a sound.
"I’m very happy today!"
Chu Mucheng stared at An Xiaoyu, his voice carrying a hint of lightness and a touch of sadness.
An Xiaoyu looked up at him, "Eat if you are eating, don’t get so sentimental, otherwise, I’m going to vomit!"
Chu Mucheng smiled, closed his mouth, and then continued to eat.
After finishing the meal, An Xiaoyu and Chu Mucheng together cleaned up the dishes and put them in the kitchen.
"Leave them, no need to wash, the cleaning lady will take care of it tomorrow!"
An Xiaoyu didn’t play coy with him.
"Alright. Since the meal is over, you should rest properly, I’ll head back now!"
Just as she was about to leave, Chu Mucheng extended his left hand to prop against the door frame, blocking her path.
"Earlier, when crossing the street, you didn’t even notice the traffic light. What exactly were you thinking?" Chu Mucheng paused, a flash of pain in his eyes, "Or rather, were you thinking of someone? Shen Yufeng?" Orıginal content can be found at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽