Seeing Lin Yixun come out with cleaning tools, Ouyang Hao strode to the sofa and sat down, "Make it clean, I don’t like messiness."
Lin Yixun crouched down and picked up the glass shards one by one into the trash can. She kept comforting herself in her heart, compared to Nightshade, this job was much better.
Lin Yixun, you can’t be too greedy.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her fingertip. Lin Yixun snapped out of her thoughts and looked down to see bright red liquid slowly oozing from her fingertip. Just as she was about to get up, a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the floor.
"Why are you so clumsy? You can’t even handle such a simple task?" Ouyang Hao’s tone was harsh, his face looking as if Lin Yixun owed him eight million dollars. He suddenly let go of her and commanded before turning to leave, "Wait here, don’t move!"
After a while, the man came down from upstairs with a medical kit in hand.
He took out some disinfectant and a band-aid from the kit and scolded Lin Yixun, "Stretch out your hand."
Lin Yixun was a bit surprised. Ouyang Hao was going to bandage her wound?
"Mr. Ouyang, this is unnecessary, I can do it myself."
"I told you to stretch out your hand, just do it! Don’t talk nonsense!"
Lin Yixun hesitated for a moment but eventually stretched out her hand. She found it both funny and frustrating; this guy was clearly helping her, so why did he have to put on such a grim face?
She really couldn’t understand this man more and more.
Lin Yixun’s fingers were long and slender, with fair skin. The new long scar on them was especially noticeable. Ouyang Hao’s brows furrowed deeply; if he had known, he wouldn’t have thrown the glass.
Ouyang Hao’s movements were somewhat clumsy, clearly inexperienced in doing such things. Looking at the crooked band-aid, Lin Yixun found it a bit amusing. What kind of family would raise someone with such a wild personality like Ouyang Hao?
After bandaging the wound, the man glared at the crooked band-aid, his beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed. Who the hell invented these band-aids? They’re no good at all!
Suddenly, for reasons unknown, his gaze shifted to the scar on Lin Yixun’s right cheek, "Your... how did you get that scar on your face?"
Lin Yixun’s face stiffened, the old memories flashed uncontrollably through her mind like a movie, the heart-wrenching pain still seemed so clear.
Seeing the color drain from Lin Yixun’s face in an instant, Ouyang Hao regretted asking.
But at that moment, he saw Lin Yixun suddenly lift the corners of her mouth, gave a faint smile, and responded with an unrealistically light tone, "A few years ago, I accidentally took a fall. It left a mark."
The man squinted his eyes suspiciously. Could a fall cause such a long scar? Judging by the shape of the scar, it didn’t look like it was caused by a fall. Instead, it seemed more like it was made by a knife.
This sudden guess made Ouyang Hao’s heart clench tightly. If... if that were the case, then what exactly happened to Lin Yixun back then?
Ouyang Hao didn’t continue to ask further and instead changed the subject, "It’s already late. Stay here tonight."
Seeing the surprise flash in Lin Yixun’s eyes, Ouyang Hao pouted, "Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m just worried you might miss the bus and encounter some thugs halfway. I don’t want the police to come back and bother me."
"Mr. Ouyang, there should still be a subway running at this hour."
"Are you sure?" Ouyang Hao pointed to the clock hanging opposite them, "Look at what time it is now?"