Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
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As Yu Yuehan stared at the chrysanthemum tea before him, he raised his eyebrows slightly and opened his thin lips.
He lifted his heavily bandaged palm as he said,
My hand hurts and I can’t pick up the cup. Feed me.
Nian Xiaomu was the one who had helped him to bandage the wound on his palm.
Now, her heart ached for him and she was worried that he might accidentally knock the wound and start the bleeding again. So she wrapped two more rounds of gauze to make the bandage thicker.
She now realized that it would be fine for him to pick up his drink, but perhaps not so convenient for him to pick up his chopsticks.
Give me your hand. I’ll help you to remove some of the gauze so that it will not be a hindrance.
Nian Xiaomu allowed no other explanations as she pulled his hand over and swiftly removed some of the gauze.
Then, she tied a knot on it again, she even flipped the gauze upward playfully and tied a butterfly knot on it.
A pop of girlishness appeared on the wound that looked exceptionally pitiful earlier on.
The dishes were served in no time and as the server placed the dishes onto the table, she was visibly a little stunned when she saw the butterfly knot on the back of Yu Yuehan’s hand.
After receiving a glare from Yu Yuehan, she quickly shifted her gaze and pretended not to have seen anything.
She tried her best to stifle her laughter until the moment she walked out of the private room.
A silently endured laughter sounded…
Nian Xiaomu, the initiator of the evil, couldn’t help it too and burst out laughing as she sat on the chair.
She looked so heartless and innocent, just like a child, that she did not appear scheming in any way.
She looked very different from the woman in the footage. That woman had a sharp gaze as if she had a myriad of scheming thoughts in her mind.
Perhaps she wasn’t the person in the footage…
With a pair of flickering, dark eyes, Yu Yuehan narrowed his gaze and opened his thin lips.
Feed me.
Why do I have to do it? You have hands of your own and I have removed some of the gauze. You will be able to hold your chopsticks.
Nian Xiaomu muttered as she stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth.
Yu Yuehan shot her an icy cold glare.
But my hand still hurts.
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Was he acting like a girl because he had a butterfly knot on his hand?
His wounds were already re-bandaged, but he was still whining that his hand hurt and wanted others to feed him.
What a brat!
Even though Nian Xiaomu was complaining in her mind, the moment she thought of his bloody palm, she still moved over and lovingly sat by his side.
Reaching out, she picked up his rice bowl and fed him a spoonful of rice.
What do you want to eat?
She asked as she retracted the chopsticks.
Fish.
Yu Yuehan leaned against the seat and continued with his acted self-pity.
Nian Xiaomu picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth the moment he finished speaking.
Then, she fed herself a piece too.
Assuming that she had not heard it clearly, Yu Yuehan repeated his words when she asked him what he wanted to eat for the second time and said,
Fish.
However, she still fed him meat.
The only difference was that she had fed him a homemade meatball instead of the red braised pork.
Eventually, Yu Yuehan realized that she was doing it on purpose. Staring at her with a darkened and faraway gaze, he said,
Nian Xiaomu, I want to eat fish.
I heard you, but I want to eat meat. The person with the chopsticks has the final say. Or, do you want to hold the chopsticks?
Nian Xiaomu replied boldly and confidently.
After she finished speaking, she picked up a meatball and stuffed it into his mouth again.
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Then why did you ask me for my choices?
I am asking out of politeness, don’t take it to heart. Anyway, the wound on your hand might get inflamed if you eat too much seafood.
Nian Xiaomu pouted her lips and displayed a sincere looking face that spelled,
everything that I do is for your own good.
