"Let me do it." Gao Yi moved her to his back, and he walked in front of her. Xia Ruoxin raised her hand. The mark remained on her fingers, but she felt a cooling sensation from the middle of her palm. Somehow, it did not hurt that much anymore.
She followed him into the kitchen. There were a few plates of dishes. The refrigerator was always well-stocked, and there was no shortage of anything. All she needed to do was cook them.
Gao Yi was behaving like a family man. He had a plate in each hand when he came out. Xia Ruoxin was right behind him. In the end, she was only holding one plate with both hands.
This man could be overbearing at times.
"Xia Ruoxin, remember not to touch that pot of soup. Your hand is weak. If you spill it, what are we going to drink?" His voice was full of reproach and warning. Xia Ruoxin gave up the notion of bringing that pot of soup over to the table.
