Once the band-aid was properly applied, Jiang Jingheng said, "Let’s go out."
"No way, I still need to cook," Mu Yan said.
"I’ll do it. From now on, don’t go into the kitchen anymore," Jiang Jingheng said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Mu Yan looked at him, surprised, "Why?"
Jiang Jingheng gazed at her deeply, "I don’t want to be scared to death by you."
Mu Yan thought he was complaining about her knife skills and quietly explained, "I accidentally brushed my finger against the blade."
Jiang Jingheng neither confird nor denied, raising her hand to look at her injured hand, his expression grew even gloomier.
Holding her hand was one thing, but this wasn’t the way he preferred.
In the end, Mu Yan was chased out of the kitchen, and Jiang Jingheng changed his clothes to cook.
While eating, Mu Yan could only use a spoon because of her injured finger, making it impossible to eat things like shredded potatoes and big chunks of at.
Suddenly, Jiang Jingheng sat next to her, picked up so at with chopsticks, and fed it to her mouth.
Mu Yan was startled by his action and quickly shook her head, "No need."
"Your hand got hurt because of . If you don’t eat well, I’ll feel guilty," Jiang Jingheng explained.
Mu Yan pursed her lips, thinking, If Young Master Jiang is feeding , I’m the one who should feel guilty.
But Jiang Jingheng was persistent, and she couldn’t refuse.
She nibbled at the food he fed her.
Normally, she’s not so picky while eating, but with him watching her so closely, she couldn’t help but feel nervous, having to chew slowly and carefully.
The atmosphere was kind of strange, her heart racing, and she dared not look at him.
Yet, he kept staring at her.
She couldn’t stand it and said, "Can you stop staring at ?"
"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her, puzzled.
"I don’t like it," Mu Yan said softly.
Jiang Jingheng glanced at her and smiled slightly, "Okay."
Other than feeding her, he looked elsewhere, but he noticed soone’s gaze on him.
Mu Yan felt she must be out of her mind, constantly glancing at him, but honestly, he looked really gentle and handso now.
Guys like him are just like money, everyone loves them, right?
That’s all she could think.
After dinner, Mu Yan went back to her room to rest, leaving Jiang Jingheng to clean up the ss.
After entering the kitchen, he imdiately threw the knife that injured Mu Yan into the trash.
Back in her room, Mu Yan called Lin Jiamu to ask him to teach her how to sing, and he readily agreed.
She had a good night’s sleep, and when she woke up the next morning, Jiang Jingheng had already made breakfast.
Mu Yan felt a bit embarrassed, "You’re always the one making breakfast; next ti, let do it."
"Did you forget what I said yesterday?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her, his expression sowhat stern.
"Hmm?" Mu Yan looked at him, surprised.
"If you dare to cook again, I’ll tear down the kitchen, believe it or not?" Jiang Jingheng said fiercely.
Mu Yan was baffled; why was he so angry?
She was just feeling a bit embarrassed, not cooking if she wasn’t supposed to, did he think she liked it?
Still, he looked pretty good being so domineering.
Mu Yan felt she was enchanted, lowered her head, and took a big gulp of porridge, scalding her tongue almost to the point of jumping.
"Why is it so hot."
Jiang Jingheng looked at her, both pained and amused, "So clumsy."
"You’re the clumsy one," Mu Yan glared at him.
"I wouldn’t get burned by porridge," Jiang Jingheng’s tone was calm.
"You..."
Mu Yan was frustrated, glaring at him for a bit before suddenly laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Jingheng asked.
Mu Yan looked at him, "You’re really nice."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt embarrassed and lowered her head to continue eating breakfast.
First thing in the morning, saying such nonsense.
Jiang Jingheng’s eyes twitched, wondering if this was a bit like being friend-zoned?
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