In the next second, the fruit knife in Tang Zong's hand slipped and the blade grazed his finger. Tang Zong hurriedly gasped in pain."Si si si ..."
Rong nuo quickly looked over and saw that there was a cut on Tang Zong's left and right index fingers, and blood was flowing out quickly.
Tang Zong's hands were very beautiful. They were slender but strong, and even fairer than a woman's. Every finger was like the scallion fingers that Chinese people used to describe women. That pair of hands was more beautiful than any pianist's hands in the world. It was precisely this hand that was cut while peeling an Apple, with blood hanging on the tip of his fingers. Just looking at it would make one's heart ache.
Rong nuo frowned. She snatched the knife and the Apple that had been peeled so badly from Tang Zong's hand. alright, don't try to show off if you don't know how to.
Tang Zong looked at Rong nuo with a wronged expression, his eyes watery. nuo nuo, it hurts, Yingluo.
