She let out a breath slowly, and was about to speak, but her stomach screamed. Ji Rufeng rubbed her head, "Hungry? I'll go cook."

He let go of Zhao Jian and walked towards the kitchen. He had just walked two steps, and there was a burst of rapid footsteps behind him. Zhao Jian blocked him.

"What's wrong?" Ji Rufeng was a little strange.

Zhao Jian licked his lips and stopped him to lean against his waist, forcing him to turn a corner, "You, you, go take a shower first."

Ji Rufeng paused for a moment and had to respond and lift his foot to walk towards the bathroom.

As soon as Ji Rufeng entered the bathroom, Zhao Jian rushed to the storage room in the corner of the first floor, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find the key on the kitchen door, then rushed back and opened the kitchen door, untied the rope tied to the kitchen door, and rushed in in a hurry.

Ji Rufeng was originally coming out to get his bathrobe, but he didn't expect to see several fruit knives thrown on the kitchen floor, and even the knife that sharpened pencils in his studio. He suddenly felt a terrified heart, and then he remembered that the fruit knives that were originally placed on the coffee table to sharpen fruits hadn't seen it just now.

Zhao Jian hurriedly packed up all kinds of dangerous goods, restored the things, and then slowly let out a breath.

She didn't know what was going on today. As she took several sugar pills, she couldn't suppress her restlessness. In the end, she was afraid that she would do crazy things, so Zhao Jian simply shrank all these things into the kitchen.

Despite this, she almost opened the kitchen door several times.

Standing in front of the faucet, Zhao Jian rubbed his face hard, and cold water droplets passed through her face, and her breathing was a little heavy.

In fact, she could tolerate anything herself, but when she thought of someone coveting Ji Rufeng and when she thought of someone plotting against her relatives, the bloodthirsty madness in her heart could not be suppressed.

The warm water vapor rushed from behind, and then the man kissed warmly in her ear, "Are you thinking about what to eat tonight?"

Zhao Jian froze and his hands were held.

"Why did your hand break?" said the man.

Zhao Jian followed him and saw that there was a hole in the palm of his left hand. Perhaps because it was not deep, there was not much blood.

She panicked and hurriedly pulled her hand back, "Maybe, maybe I accidentally got it somewhere?"

He didn't say it, but Ji Rufeng knew that this should have been scratched when she cleaned up the knives just now.

Ji Rufeng felt ache in his heart, and pulled her out, teasing as he walked: "It seems that you must stay away from the kitchen in the future."

Seeing that he had no doubts, Zhao Jian snorted, "That's someone who needs to cook, I haven't eaten lunch yet."

The man looked at her with his head and frowned. Perhaps he was scared by the physical examination reports she had once had. From that day on, Ji Rufeng cared about her body. Three meals a day and midnight snacks would inevitably remind her at all times. When there was time, he would personally deliver the meal to her. Even if he couldn't get through, he would directly ask the person to deliver the meal to her.

"Okay, then I'll be the chef for you for the rest of your life."

Zhao Jian tilted his head and smiled, feeling relieved, letting him pull himself to sit down in front of the coffee table, found the medicine box and began to help him treat the wound.

After disinfecting, looking at her frowning in pain, Ji Rufeng said, "Don't use knives or something again in the future. You're frivolous all day long. Do you think about how many injuries you have suffered since we were together?"

He said it easily, and Zhao Jian nodded without thinking too much, and looked at Ji Rufeng again, "Then... what do you want to deal with that matter?"
Chapter completed!