A proper young lady, shouldn't she be tearfully seeking a doctor after getting her hand cut? Why is she so calm, as if she's used to it?
Sheng Jianan frowned. Tang Yanqi just wrapped her finger with paper and continued cutting fruit, her expression as focused as before. From Sheng Jianan's angle, he could see the blood from Tang Yanqi's fingertip staining the paper towel red.
This silly woman, doesn't it hurt?
Sheng Jianan himself wasn't even aware of the flash of heartache he felt. He stepped forward, intending to take the knife from Tang Yanqi, but tripped over the threshold between the kitchen and dining room and stumbled forward.
Tang Yanqi heard the commotion behind her and turned around. She didn't have time to see what was happening before something large pressed onto her, followed by a soft sensation on her lips, something warm and slightly wet.
