Du Yue was speechless. What should she say? Was this man allergic to romance? However, it was also quite cute. He liked to eat meat, and his preferred method of expressing his fondness for others was to cook meat for them. It was simple and direct without any beating about the bush.
She glanced at He Xing's bleeding palm and said, "Let's treat your hand first. Don't let it get infected."
He Xing looked at the wound and waved his hand. "It's okay. It'll be fine in a while."
"Sit down. I'll help you deal with it," Du Yue said.
"Alright," he said. He Xing sat down obediently. Then, he realized that he needed the first aid kit to treat his wound. "I'll go get it."
"No need, sit tight." Du Yue stopped him and sat down beside him. "Put all the weapons on the table back into the space."
Although He Xing had no idea what she was going to do, he nodded and put all his weapons back into his interspace.
