"Give me your hand." Lan Jin raised an eyebrow and walked straight over to him, commanding in an utterly domineering tone.
"I'm really fine."
Qin Yin smiled wickedly and pleasurably. Was this concern for him? Hmm, it wasn't in vain that he purposely injured his hand.
Lan Jin took on the persona of a domineering CEO, snatching the fruit knife from his hand without a word, then, also without a word, she raised his left hand to look for the wound.
On the index finger of the left hand, the wound was still bloody, and a deep cut was visible.
"You call this 'fine'?" Lan Jin pinched his finger, her gaze domineering and forceful as she captured him with her question.
Qin Yin was momentarily stunned, feeling that something was off...
Had their roles been reversed?
Why did it seem like he had become the little wife?
But, he really liked it.
"Wait here, I'll go get you a Band-Aid."
Lan Jin said and turned to leave. Suddenly a force on her arm yanked her back without warning.
