A proper young lady, shouldn’t she be tearfully seeking a doctor after getting her hand cut? Why is she so calm, as if she’s used to it?
Sheng Jianan frowned. Tang Yanqi just wrapped her finger with paper and continued cutting fruit, her expression as focused as before. From Sheng Jianan’s angle, he could see the blood from Tang Yanqi’s fingertip staining the paper towel red.
This silly woman, doesn’t it hurt?
Sheng Jianan himself wasn’t even aware of the flash of heartache he felt. He stepped forward, intending to take the knife from Tang Yanqi, but tripped over the threshold between the kitchen and dining room and stumbled forward.
Tang Yanqi heard the commotion behind her and turned around. She didn’t have time to see what was happening before something large pressed onto her, followed by a soft sensation on her lips, something warm and slightly wet.
Her hand instinctively propped behind her to steady herself, sending a sharp pain through her palm, but she had no thought for it. What left her at a loss and more shocked was the warmth on her lips.
Was it Sheng Jianan’s lips?
It wasn’t just Tang Yanqi; even Sheng Jianan was stunned. The fragrant, soft touch on his lips brought a flash of familiarity to his mind.
Tang Yanqi’s lips were very soft, very sweet, very Q, with no taste of any chemicals, just the natural fragrance of a girl.
Sheng Jianan knew it was just an accident. He hadn’t meant to kiss her; it was just a stumble. But this accident... for some reason, it made his heart itch, and he didn’t want to let go.
In his mind, Sheng Jianan recalled the kiss in the restroom of the Western restaurant. Although it was brief, the memory was inexplicably vivid.
Afterwards, though he didn’t want to remember the incident, that soft feeling was like a brand etched in his heart.
The boiling sound from the pot nearby and the stove’s protest brought them back to reality. Sheng Jianan stepped back, and Tang Yanqi hurriedly turned around, her thoughts in turmoil, feeling all the blood in her body rushing to her face.
In a panic, she turned off the heat, steam billowing, a wave of pain struck, and it was then that Tang Yanqi realized her hand had been cut deeply.
Unlike the small cuts on her fingers before, this wound was deep, bleeding profusely. Tang Yanqi, in pain and numb, stood frozen, unsure of what to do.
Sheng Jianan also saw the bright red mess, on the floor, on the stove.
Frowning, he grabbed Tang Yanqi’s wrist and led her to the living room, promptly taking out a first aid kit from a nearby drawer.
Sheng Jianan took out a cotton swab and alcohol to disinfect Tang Yanqi’s wound. The sharp pain made Tang Yanqi instinctively frown, her lips tightly pressed together. It hurt, a lot!
Tang Yanqi’s face turned red from the pain. After disinfecting, Sheng Jianan rummaged through the first aid kit, eventually finding an ointment to apply on Tang Yanqi’s wound, then wrapped her hand with gauze.
Sheng Jianan’s movements were swift, but not skillful at all. Just like when he was looking for the ointment, he checked each label, and when he wrapped her hand with gauze, he almost wrapped her entire hand, making it look like a miniature mummy.