Wen Ze picked up an orange naturally and cut it on the washed chopping board. The fresh smell immediately spread. Just as he cut the last one, his finger slipped and the knife cut his index finger. Instantly, blood gushed out.
"Hiss." Wen Ze retracted his hand and lowered the knife in his right hand. He turned on the current and placed his injured hand in the water to rinse it.
Only then did Ye Tang notice it. She grabbed his sleeve and frowned. "Why are you injured? Come with me. I have a first aid kit." Perhaps it was because she had studied abroad, she would always prepare a first aid kit wherever she lived.
At this moment, Wen Ze seemed to be frozen as he was pulled forward in a daze. In the past, when he was injured, he would just put on a band-aid casually. He did not expect someone to care about him so much. This long-lost warmth made him speechless.