Ji Zhao was so nervous that she wanted to pull out her right hand, but Shen Yao tightened his grip.
"What… what are you doing?" Ji Zhao mustered up the courage to look into his eyes and asked softly.
"Don't move," Shen Yao said softly. Then, he carefully raised her right hand and turned her wrist over, wiping away some of the lamb blood that was stuck to it.
"…Thank you?" Ji Zhao quickly retracted her hand. "I suddenly remembered that I still need some green onions. I'll go find Mother…"
"Wait!" Shen Yao suddenly stopped her.
"Is there… anything else?"
"Ah Tao, are you afraid of me?" Shen Yao walked in front of her again and asked gently.
"No… no?" Ji Zhao quickly waved her hand. "I'm not afraid of you. I, I, I… Why would I be afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you."
"Ah Tao, do you like that wooden hairpin?" Shen Yao did not find any trace of the wooden hairpin on her bun, and his tone sounded a little disappointed.
