Chapter 43: He Has a Special Feeling for Her (1/2)

Translator: 安贝-Peggyan and Ruriko

Leng Yihuang lazily took his fingers back and said with a stony face while not looking at her, “Do you recover from your cold? Do you feel comfortable?”

Lin Xiaomi had thought that he was caring about her, so she said shaking her head like a rattle-drum, “I feel comfortable and get a full recovery.”

He said with a nod, “I’m hungry.”

She instantly knew his meaning and said, “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it right away as long as you’re not mad at me.”

“Potato pies.”

“Okay!”

She had thought that his temper would be gone when the potato was finished, but she never expected that he didn’t want to eat the potato pie at all and just wanted to make her suffer.

“This one is too salty.”

“This one tastes mild.”

“The shredded potatoes are thick.”

“This one is too thin.”

“The color of this one looks ugly.”

“This one isn’t round enough.”

Damn it! It wasn’t round enough!!

How dare he say that it wasn’t round enough!

Did he use a pencil compass to make a potato pie?

No matter how good-tempered she was, she felt a little angry.

Seeing her furious face, he casually said with a sneer, “I don’t want to eat potato pies anymore. Please fry meatballs for me.”

As long as he thought that she shouted at him because of that little goldfish, he had felt depressed.

Now, he felt a little comfortable upon seeing her who was pissed off but didn’t dare to shout at him anymore.

She pointed at him with a slice in her hand but turned around to enter the kitchen when seeing that he was unhappy with his brows wrinkled.

She was a money addict and fell short of money, so she chose to comprise.

Even if she knew he was causing her trouble, she still did what he asked.

But, deep down, she felt aggrieved.

Leisurely sitting on the sofa, he unexpectedly played with Little Nipper beside him and praised that what it did was good.

“Bang!” A noise suddenly arose from the kitchen, followed by her shouts, which startled him to jump off the sofa.

“What’s up?”

The moment he entered the kitchen, he saw that the slice was on the ground and she covered her fingertip with a pale face.

“What happened?” He pulled her hand at one swoop and saw a cut on her fingertip, from which the blood was out.

“I cut my finger, but I’m fine,” said she with her teeth gnashed. As soon as she finished talking, she felt her fingertip was enveloped by a gush of damp heat.

She looked at him with surprise who put her fingertip into his mouth.

Wasn’t he a clean freak? Didn’t he find it dirty?

After a while, he spat out the blood and placed her hand under the tap to wash.

His eyebrows were so wrinkled that they could pinch an ant to death.

“Well, I’m fine.” He hugged her from behind and entirely held her into his arms.

She could inhale nothing but his exclusive breath, which made her heart beat fast, especially for his action just now.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s only a small cut.” She subconsciously wanted to get rid of his arms.

He embraced her to stop her actions. “You’ve bled out too much. How can you say it doesn’t matter?”

He carefully cleaned up her fingertip and found his heart ached upon seeing this tiny cut.

“How stupid you are! How could you cut your fingertip?” said he in a strong tone, but he targeted at himself, not her.