The man shook his head gently and instinctively wanted to hide his hand in his sleeve, but was stopped by Yun Ran, "Don’t move."
She quickly pulled out a bottle of ointment from her sleeve and carefully applied it to the spot where he had been scalded by hot water.
Nangong Mo immediately felt a cool sensation spreading over his hand, dispelling the burning pain. For original chapters go to NoveIꜰire.net
Yun Ran finished applying the ointment and then poured a cup of warm water, handing it to his other hand.
The man’s eyelashes drooped slightly, his expression somewhat desolate, and he murmured:
"Lin Wanyue, am I useless?"
Yun Ran was taken aback, looking at him like an abandoned puppy, pitiful and gloomy, and felt a wave of tenderness in her heart.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who dares to say you’re useless? I’ll beat them to death!"
"I can’t even pour water properly..."
"That’s the water’s fault, not yours! Besides, don’t you have me? If you want water next time, just tell me."
The man pressed his lips and said nothing, his expression a mix of desolation, sadness, and gratitude, all too complicated, making one want to hug him and comfort him.
If Shen Weixi weren’t there, Yun Ran almost did.
Unable to hold back, she thought to herself: [What a seductive devil!]
Nangong Mo lifted his scalded hand to pick up chopsticks, but Yun Ran swiftly grabbed his arm, "Don’t move, I’ll do it."
"What do you want to eat? I’ll feed you."
The man pressed his lips, awkwardly said, "I can do it myself."
"Your hand is scalded so badly, how can you eat? Can your left hand use chopsticks?"
The man pressed his lips in silence, but his expression said: I’m really useless...
Shen Weixi held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks with a chicken drumstick in the other, frozen, just watching them, forgetting to eat.
Yun Ran noticed her first, and laughed awkwardly, "Weixi, eat! Help yourself, don’t feel constrained!"
Nangong Mo added, "Sorry to make Miss Shen laugh."
Shen Weixi snapped out of it and quickly shook her head, "No, no! You two go on, don’t mind me, I’m not laughing, I’m just eating, not constrained."
Then, Shen Weixi began to focus on her meal.
Nearby, this kind of dialogue kept happening:
Suddenly Shen Weixi felt the drumstick in her bowl wasn’t as tasty.
Suddenly, she felt like the little white rabbit she had raised was being whisked away by a wolf...
Nangong Mo glanced at her without a word, a hint of triumph flashing in his eyes.
"Lin Wanyue, I want water."
The man spoke, his voice seemingly magical, irresistible, making one want to give all their tenderness to him.
"Alright, here, slow down, don’t choke."
Can’t watch this! Heartbroken! Tears flowing! Focus on eating!
That night, after washing up, Yun Ran sat on her soft couch, holding fruit tea in one hand and a novel in the other, engrossed.
Nangong Mo suddenly wheeled himself in front of her couch.
Yun Ran looked at him in confusion, "What’s up? Not going to sleep?"
The man replied, raised his hand to undress elegantly, and then calmly got on Yun Ran’s couch.
Yun Ran was startled, "What are you doing? Your bed is over there!"
The man curled his lips into a mischievous smile, "How can we have little babies if we don’t sleep together?"
He heard everything?!