"What's wrong? Two people cutting fruit, and it makes this much noise?" Ming Zheng was lounging on the sofa when she heard the clatter of knives dropping in the kitchen.
From the closed-off kitchen, Chi Xian's low, enchanting voice replied, "It's nothing."
Ming Zheng: "?"
That voice didn't sound like someone who was fine.
She had just stood up.
The kitchen door opened.
Mo Qingchuan walked out, his face dark.
"Fifth Senior Brother, what's wrong?" This was the first time Ming Zheng had seen such a speechless expression on her Senior Brother's face.
Mo Qingchuan glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said coolly, "He cut himself while cutting fruit."
Ming Zheng: "?"
Cut himself while cutting fruit?
Ming Zheng stepped past her Fifth Senior Brother and looked into the kitchen.
The tall, elegant man was crouching, picking up the fruit knife from the floor with his slender, jade-like fingers.
A splash of vibrant red blood stood out starkly against those jade-like fingers.
Ming Zheng: "...How did you manage that?"
A nearly six-foot-three man cuts himself while cutting fruit?
No wonder Fifth Senior Brother looked so speechless.
Trouble-maker was truly a trouble-maker.
Causing trouble even while cutting fruit.
Mo Qingchuan: "...You'll have to ask him."
All he had wanted to say was that he didn't approve of Ah Zheng getting involved with Chi Xian.
But since Ah Zheng liked him, he wouldn't interfere forcefully.
Before he could even finish his thought.
The scoundrel started playing his little games.
He figured only Ah Zheng would fall for this.
Mo Qingchuan didn't bother to expose Chi Xian's schemes and strode towards the sofa. "Let's go take a look."
The man still crouching on the floor heard the sound and slowly turned his head to look at Ming Zheng.
His lips curved into a smile, and he shook his head, saying, "It's not serious."
Mo Qingchuan: "..." So dramatic!
That scoundrel was like two different people in front of him and in front of Ah Zheng.
Ming Zheng, who had sealed her heart and locked her love, couldn't sense the drama. She let out an "Oh" and said, "It's just a small cut, what's the big deal? Go get a first-aid kit yourself to stop the bleeding and put on a bandage."
If it were her.
She wouldn't even need a bandage.
Just a little scratch, right?
During training, losing a limb was a common occurrence.
But this trouble-maker was a bit of a delicate flower.
It was better to let him put on a bandage.
Mo Qingchuan: "Pfft..." He couldn't help but chuckle. As expected of his junior sister!
Chi Xian: "...Okay."
He put away the fruit knife and placed it back on the kitchen rack.
Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
As he walked past Ming Zheng, he deliberately raised his hand, lowering his long, dark lashes, and looked at the vibrant blood seeping from his finger.
His handsome brows slowly furrowed.
As if he were in great pain.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Seriously, it was just a graze from the knife, did it hurt that much?
She watched the man walk towards the bedroom to look for a first-aid kit.
He lowered his head slightly, his neck long and graceful.
The smoky blue loungewear he wore made his figure appear even more slender and straight.
Especially those long legs, as he knelt on one knee, searching under the cabinet for the first-aid kit.
That slender finger, with its vibrant blood against his fair skin, created a striking contrast.
It made that finger inexplicably alarming.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Taking a deep breath, she walked directly into the bedroom and closed the door.
Then she stood behind Chi Xian, reached up, and took the first-aid kit from the cabinet above.
"Zheng Bao..."
Chi Xian, kneeling on the floor, looked up at her with his ink-black eyes, which shimmered with faint light.
He looked even more like a large, loyal dog.
Ming Zheng took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing for him to come over quickly.
Chi Xian quickly came over and sat opposite Ming Zheng.
"Hand."
Ming Zheng took out the alcohol from the first-aid kit.
She had specifically prepared these after moving into the small apartment.
Chi Xian obediently extended his hand.
Not only did his face appeal to her aesthetic,
but even his hands were within her aesthetic range.
Each finger was like jade, clear and beautiful, making one want to bite down on them... and that splash of vibrant blood.
Ming Zheng's eyes flickered. She grabbed the man's hand and pressed an alcohol-soaked cotton swab onto the wound, "Isn't the Chi family an ancient clan? Aren't all of you cultivation geniuses? Have you all broken through the Innate Realm and started channeling Qi?"
"You're the head of the Chi family, surely this minor cut shouldn't make you so delicate?"
After the alcohol washed away the vibrant color.
The man lowered his long, dark lashes and looked at the girl. Although her words were displeased, her actions were remarkably gentle, and a faint smile hid in her eyes. "Perhaps because it was a knife from Zheng Bao's family... it hurts more."
Ming Zheng: "?"
Did her fruit knife become sentient? They were all bought from the supermarket, what's the difference?
"It really hurts."
The bedroom door was closed, and only the two of them were in the room.
Without his Fifth Brother's death stare,
Chi Xian's courage had clearly increased significantly.
He withdrew his hand, which had stopped bleeding, and brought it close to Ming Zheng's rosy lips.
"Zheng Bao, blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore."
The man's devastatingly handsome face also moved closer.
A picture of clean purity.
His ink-black eyes reflected Ming Zheng's face.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Blow on it, what the heck!
Are you crazy?
Ming Zheng slammed the first-aid kit onto the bed.
With a "swish," she stood up again.
She directly pressed down on Chi Xian's approaching head, pushing it onto the bed.
"If it hurts that much, go back to your Chi family to recover!"
After saying that.
Ming Zheng released the man's head.
She turned and walked directly to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She pulled.
The curtains opened.
She pushed.
The floor-to-ceiling window opened.
Ming Zheng reached out and, grabbing the collar of the少年 crouching outside the window, pulled him in.
The少年 with the ash-gray hair struggled.
Once he was completely pulled into the room, he stopped struggling, his face contorted in distress, almost on the verge of tears.
When he met his Brother Chi's icy gaze.
His legs turned so weak that he hung from Ming Zheng's hand.
Waaaah, how did Brother Chi's savior know he was crouching outside the window?
And caught red-handed!
And Brother Chi mistook him for disturbing his intimate moments with his savior.
It had taken him so much effort to get a suspended sentence and avoid special training.
Now he was back to square one?
"Since you're here, take your master away," Ming Zheng threw Si Lin in front of Chi Xian. "He's quite badly injured, I suppose only your Chi family can save him."
Si Lin: "..." To be honest, when Brother Chi was on a mission abroad and was paralyzed, he didn't even bat an eyelid. This small cut really isn't much...
But he didn't dare to say it, not wanting to embarrass his Brother Chi.
He could only look at Chi Xian with a mournful face, his expression full of sorrow.
The man's eyes were cold, his expression grim.
As if to say—
"If you're not seriously injured, get lost to the Dark Hall and don't come out again!"
Si Lin's legs felt weak, and he slumped to the ground.
Waaaaah, he should have let his brother come.
He couldn't withstand Brother Chi's wrath at all!
But, thinking of the purpose of his visit.
He sniffled and said in a small voice, "Brother Chi, how about... we go back and get treatment?"