When Li Jiaqi was cooking, He Yingdong didn't leave; he just stood at the kitchen door watching her.
For some reason, she always felt a chill down her back.
His deep eyes always seemed to hold something.
Something that made her feel frightened and alarmed.
This was perhaps the feeling of a guilty conscience!
"Um..."
While cutting ginger, she accidentally cut her finger.
Actually, she just cut a small piece of nail, then broke a bit of skin, and blood instantly flowed out.
He slightly frowned, immediately grabbed her small hand, rinsed it under the faucet, and then wrapped it with a band-aid.
"What happened? You're a bit distracted today."
He looked down at her.
His handsome face bore a faint confusion.
She quickly lowered her head, "Who doesn't cut their hand when cooking? It's very normal! Just a bit of broken skin, it's nothing!"
"Stop cooking, let the maid do it!"
He didn't want her fingers to touch water again, as that would infect the wound.
