An Ziqi lifted her eyes and saw Xiao Moli's face as dark as thunder.
His thin lips were tightly pressed, and without a word, he dragged her out of the kitchen.
They went upstairs back to the bedroom, found the first aid kit to treat and bandage her wound, then he glared at her fiercely.
"From now on, stay away from the kitchen, and don't touch any knives, cups, or anything of that sort."
An Ziqi stuck out her tongue, chuckled, and said, "Got it."
How exaggerated!
"You still dare to laugh." Xiao Moli pulled her into his arms.
Did this woman even know how to take care of herself?
An Ziqi wrapped her arms around his neck and, with her small face upturned, kissed him on the lips.
She smiled and said, "Does this mean you'll have to feed me from now on?"
"Not a bad idea." Xiao Moli raised an eyebrow.
"Then maybe you should just eat on my behalf in the future."
An Ziqi laughed playfully, looking up to see the blood seeping through the white bandage on her finger.
