Xia Dabao didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a pang of nervousness, and in that moment, she cut her own hand, letting out an "Ah" as she did so. Tian Xiaobei, concerned for her, quickly set down his sickle and came over to take Xia Dabao's hand, holding it gently and then, after sucking on her finger for a moment, spit out some saliva and went into the grass to find some baihua grass. He chewed it up and then wrapped it around Xia Dabao's finger.
Xia Dabao watched Tian Xiaobei's actions. He looked very anxious and kept holding her hand with his slender fingers. Xia Dabao felt a bit shy, as if her face were burning.
Strange, what's going on? she wondered.
"Is it better now?" Tian Xiaobei asked.
"Yes, much better," Xia Dabao answered, "It didn't really hurt that much, I..."
She picked up the sickle, intending to continue cutting the grass, but Tian Xiaobei stopped her. "You just sit and don't move. I'll cut it for you," he said.
