An Moci has now returned to his usual self, no longer as scary as he was in the room just now.
Nan Qing leaned against the door and watched him cooking, never wanting to enter the kitchen.
An Moci lowered his head to cook and said nothing. No one saw the disappointment in his eyes. She obviously came here to wash vegetables and watch him cook last time, but now she doesn't even come into the kitchen.
Sure enough, he still scared her. An Moci warned him over and over again not to be impulsive and not to scare her.
If he likes her, then he must be patient. He must not scare her, he must make her like him.
But what should I do if she never likes me?
No!
"An Moci, your hands..." Nan Qing walked into the kitchen, and her eyes fell on his fingers.
An Moci was chopping green onions and cut his hand, but he didn't react!
Nan Qing walked over quickly and quickly picked up his hand: "Stop cutting it, it's all in my hand. Why don't you respond at all? I called you twice and you didn't respond."
Her tone was a little anxious, not as soft as usual, and instead sounded a little reproachful to him.
An Moci's fingers were held by her, and he suddenly woke up. At the same time, he felt the stinging pain on his fingers: "It's okay, I'll just wrap it myself. Xiaoqing, please let go first so as not to dirty your hands.
"
He was worried that his blood would get on her, so don't get it dirty. He was afraid that she would dislike it.
Nan Qing pressed his bleeding wound: "Where is your medicine box?"
Her serious eyes did not look like she had just been hiding at the door watching him cook. An Moci was stunned.
"An Moci, why are you in a daze again? Where is your medicine box?" Nan Qing stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him.
An Moci came back to his senses and said, "Yes, in my room."
"Let's go." Nan Qing held his hand, pressed the knife edge on his finger and pulled him to the room.
An Moci let himself be pulled by her, feeling her care and concern. He had never been so happy in his heart, and he was even happier than reaching out to touch her face.
He liked the way her eyes were full of him, the way she was nervous and concerned about him.
An Moci's eyes fell on her own knife edge, and she suddenly regretted why she didn't cut it harder just now. If it was harder, would she be more anxious about herself? Care about herself more, and circle around her?
An Moci seemed to have discovered some new world.
Nan Qing had no idea what he was thinking. She found the medicine box and quickly took out gauze and disinfectant.
"It may hurt a little, please bear with it."
"Um."
An Moci didn't feel the pain in his fingers at all. His eyes were all on her. He really liked the way she cared about him!
Nan Qing sprayed the disinfectant on his fingers carefully. The disinfectant was a bit irritating and painful. She was worried about hurting An Moci, but in the end she found that An Moci had no reaction at all.
She lowered her head, and after paying a little attention, she noticed the way An Moci was staring at her.
He's sick again!
Nan Qing wiped his fingers with medical cotton and pressed it hard.
"Well..."
Finally, An Moci made a muffled sound.
It turned out that it hurt. Nan Qing immediately frowned and said anxiously: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it lightly. Please bear with it."
An Moci's eyes were filled with joy, and his hoarse young voice said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."
You're not afraid of pain, are you? Nan Qing didn't bandage it gently. During this period, An Mo frowned several times in pain.