Jiang Weiwei struggled, but Xiang Yutian put her hand on the sink arrogantly. A stream of water sprayed down on her palm, causing a hint of pain.
Only then did Jiang Weiwei realize that his palm was injured.
It was probably because I was so nervous when holding the fruit knife that I cut myself on the blade.
"Why are you 23 years old and can't even hold a knife steady?" Xiang Yutian shouted angrily while cleaning the blood on her hands.
"You don't have to worry about it." Jiang Weiwei said indifferently.
"Miaomiao, I'm warning you, your whole body, including every hair, belongs to me, Xiang Yutian! If you dare to get hurt, I will fight you tooth and nail!"
"..." Jiang Weiwei was stunned by his words.
"Let me see if you dare to do it again! Stay away from these knives in the future!"
Xiang Yutian gritted his teeth and stared at her, as if he wanted to eat her right away. However, he opened the storage box above the sink, took out a band-aid and put it on the short cut wound on his palm for her, moving as gently as a feather.
Pass.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei opened his lips slightly in shock.
He agreed to her conditions not because he was afraid of death, but because she hurt herself?
"Did you hear that?" Seeing that she was distracted, Xiang Yutian emphasized sternly.
Jiang Weiwei came to his senses and said coldly, "I don't need you to take care of it, so you should take care of yourself first."
His stab wound was much more serious than hers.
Xiang Yutian looked at the mirror and saw a bright red stain on his neck, stained on his collar, which was in sharp contrast with his fair face.
"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, why have you become so cruel now?"
She was a kind little girl when she was a child.
Xiang Yutian frowned and looked at her with no anger, even a touch of endearment.
What an inexplicable man.
"Don't touch me, or I will do worse things." Jiang Weiwei took a step back, for fear that he would ask her to treat his wounds.
She didn't want to heal a poisonous snake.
"Okay, you go back to bed and don't get any blood." Xiang Yutian's words surprised her again.
"..."
Of course Jiang Weiwei didn't stay in kind, turned around and left. She sat down on the hospital bed and spread out her palms. The flat band-aid on them made her heart skip a few beats.
Ever since she was hospitalized, she could not understand Xiang Yutian more and more.
When did he actually care about her so much?
Just because of an encounter more than ten years ago? Was that encounter so important to him?
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That night, Jiang Weiyi vaguely dreamed of going back to that year, the year when he met the mute boy...
In the spring season, at dawn in the morning, she returned home and walked to the dilapidated red-walled bungalow carrying the porridge cooked by her grandma.
That was the first meal she brought to the mute boy.
He hugged his knees and sat on the ground with his back against the wall. He was dirty all over, but his aristocratic temperament could not be concealed. At first glance, he was different from those from Haikou.
"Here's some porridge for you."
She brought the porridge to the ground in front of him, and the bell on her waist jingled.
"..." The young man raised his eyes and stared at her defensively. He quickly stretched out his hand and knocked over the porridge in front of him, looking ungrateful.
"This is my own breakfast." She was very angry at the time. "I won't bring you lunch. I'm hungry too."
"..."
The young man turned his face to the side, his dirty face full of condescension and arrogance.
"Are you mute?" she asked.
"..." The young man is more silent than the sea at night.