Accidentally, the knife actually cut her fingertips, and bright red blood gushed down the wound.
"Uh."
She threw down the knife in her hand in pain, trying to put her finger in her mouth and suck it like she did when she was a child, when her wrist was suddenly caught by a large, warm hand.
Familiar temperatures.
It was he who came back.
At this second, her heartbeat almost stopped, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears.
"If you get hurt, you have to take a band-aid, you can't use these stupid methods."
He didn't notice her abnormality, and his mind was swept away by her injured fingers.
Disobedient dead girl.
He was a little annoyed, and without listening to her defense, he took her little hand and dragged her out of the kitchen.
Mu Jinjin didn't intend to defend himself, but only obediently followed behind him.
She seemed to have a lot to say to him, but she was always afraid that she would cry when she said it.
So think about it and don't talk about it At least make a good impression on him before leaving.
He dragged her to a stop in front of the locker in the living room, reached out and opened the cabinet containing daily medicines, and found a bottle of healing potion and a packet of cotton wool inside.
He unscrewed the healing potion and poured it on top of a piece of cotton, then took her small hand and carefully wiped the blood from her fingers.
He bowed his head to treat her wounds very softly, as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting her.
She looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes for a moment, and before he could finish wiping her wounds, she ran to him and reached out and hugged his neck tightly.
Tight, without a trace of space, a trace of leeway.
He didn't seem to think that she would do it suddenly, and he didn't wake up until he heard her faint cry.
"What's the matter" He hugged her too, kissed her ear lovingly, and stroked her long soft hair back and forth with his big hands, as if coaxing his own child.
"It hurts."
She cried and told him.
Thinking that she was talking about the pain in his fingers, he only smiled faintly, "It's just a small injury, and if you put a band-aid on it, it will scar tomorrow." ” "No, it won't scar, it will never be" she stomped her feet crying, she was a scarred girl with nothing but unreasonable trouble.
"It's going to scar, trust me."
He didn't like her desperate cries.
He hugged her tighter, as if he was afraid of losing something.
Mu Jinjin leaned his chin on his shoulder and looked at the piano in front of him and cried silently.
The two hugged each other for several minutes before Mu Jinjin thought he was strong and let go of his embrace.
She took a few steps back and looked at him, her watery eyes were already red from crying, like a little white flower on the verge of death.
His heart stopped beating for a few seconds, and he took her little hand and brought her back into his arms, wanting to ask her if something was unhappy, if she was afraid of something, but before his hand could touch hers, she had turned to look at the locker.
"I'll bandage it and make dinner in the kitchen."
Mu Jin stood on tiptoe to get a band-aid, bandaged the wound himself, and then turned his head to him and pulled a serene smile, if it weren't for the fact that her eyes were still red and swollen, maybe he would have thought that the girl who was crying in his arms just now was just his hallucination.
He was caught off guard by Mu Jinjin's sudden change in mood, and just stood there silently looking at her, neither answering nor nodding, as if waiting for her to give him an explanation. oshow7 t1706231537: