Zhang Te carefully tended to Han Yixiao's wound.
During the disinfection, it was inevitably painful, and Zhang Te felt Han Yixiao's body tense up. He looked up, and in a voice as tender as one comforting a child, asked, "Does it hurt?"
Han Yixiao shook her head, then quickly diverted her gaze.
After Zhang Te lowered his head to tend to the wounds on her body, she turned her head to look at him again, staring at his face blankly.
After the wound was treated, Zhang Te heard a rumbling sound from Han Yixiao's stomach, "Hungry?"
Han Yixiao quickly withdrew her gaze from Zhang Te and timidly nodded.
"What would you like to eat? Or should I check what's in the fridge and cook something for you?"
Han Yixiao nodded again, then pursed her lips and revealed a faint smile to Zhang Te.
Seeing her smile, Zhang Te smiled too, and without even noticing it himself, he gently stroked Han Yixiao's head and said softly, "Then you wait for me," before standing up and heading to the dining room.
