Chen Mo took Gao Bing's little hand and pulled her into the living room.
At that moment, Gao Bing also subconsciously didn't dodge Chen Mo's hand.
"I really didn't expect that cooking would end up chopping off a finger."
"You know, I cook every day."
Gao Bing's face was full of embarrassment.
"What's there to worry about? Even the best horse may stumble sometimes,"
Chen Mo said with a comforting smile.
They quickly found some gauze and a first-aid kit.
Chen Mo wrapped the wound thoroughly with great tenderness.
Because they were bandaging the wound, the two of them became very close.
The hot breath from Chen Mo's mouth and nose sprayed all over Gao Bing's face.
At this moment, Gao Bing not only did not avoid it, but she revealed an expression of enjoyment subconsciously.
Because right now, she found the feeling extremely thrilling.
And she thought of how Chen Mo had just been licking her fingers.