Kitchen:
Jian Ran's left index finger had been in Gu Mochen's mouth all this time, and then she watched as the man took the initiative to find a band-aid and meticulously applied it to her finger.
Even though it was the most mundane of tasks, Gu Mochen managed to do it with extraordinary grace.
His seemingly careless enchanting demeanor sent shivers down her spine, and her mind began to drift.
Jian Ran: "..."
Suddenly, she realized that Gu Mochen was indeed one of the essential good men to have around the house.
Very well...
Jian Ran pursed her lips, gazed at the delicate band-aid on her index finger, and said softly.
"Cutting a finger is a very normal occurrence, I'm fine now, I'll continue cooking, you should go out first."
"You're hurt and it's inconvenient for you, let me do it."
Although it was just a finger injury, the pain was still quite significant as all fingers are connected to the heart.
Jian Ran: "..."