Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 23 Are You Injured?

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Song Nainai's lips, but soon she pretended to be anxious again, biting her lip tightly, looking very pitiful.

This was what Fu Tingchuan saw when he walked in.

He raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Song Nainai lowered her head embarrassedly: "I haven't started cooking dinner yet, are you hungry?"

"Not too hungry." Fu Tingchuan smiled, his extremely black pupils fell on Song Nainai's shy and timid eyes, and gently flicked the prayer beads on his wrist.

"That's good."

Song Nainai breathed a sigh of relief, and she mustered up the courage to smile at Fu Tingchuan. Her eyes were curved, and her eyes were shimmering, giving people an indescribable cuteness.

Seeing her nervously grabbing the hem of her clothes before heading to the kitchen, Fu Tingchuan's eyes fell on Song Nainai's extremely slender waist.

After a pause, he chuckled thoughtfully, then turned and walked towards the sofa.

While walking, Fu Tingchuan took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack beside him, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and tugged at his tie with one hand.

He unbuttoned the cuff buttons and pulled up the sleeves, revealing a thin wrist bone.

There was indeed a backlog of work in the company, but thinking that Song Nainai might be bored staying alone in the villa, he immediately left work.

Fu Tingchuan was worried that Song Nainai's fever would come back again, but now it seems that she should be fine.

He sat on the sofa, and as soon as he sat down, he saw the medicine box on the coffee table.

Fu Tingchuan frowned and glanced quickly.

He stood up again, took a few long legs, and walked to the kitchen door in a few steps.

"You are hurt?"

Song Nainai was washing rice, when a voice suddenly sounded, her hands trembled, and a lot of rice flowed down the water.

She looked at Fu Tingchuan with some anxiety, "Why, what's wrong?"

Fu Tingchuan's gaze quickly fell on Song Nainai's finger, which was covered with a Band-Aid.

"what happened?"

Song Nainai followed Fu Tingchuan's line of sight, and the corners of her lips curled up, "It's okay."

She looked at Fu Tingchuan with some embarrassment, "It will be fine the next day."

Fu Tingchuan stared at her.

Song Nainai then lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I accidentally cut it while chopping vegetables."

After finishing speaking, she quickly raised her head to look at Fu Tingchuan again, her eyes were wet, "But don't worry, the dishes are still very clean without touching them."

Fu Tingchuan almost laughed out of anger.

Is he worried about the food?
Song Nainai looked at him anxiously again.

Fu Tingchuan: "..."

His brows and eyes were instantly filled with gloom, cold and cold.

Song Nainai lowered her head instantly, not daring to look at him.

Fu Tingchuan fiddled with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, feeling the faint sandalwood, and then suppressed the hostility in his heart.

He looked at Song Nainai with a deep voice: "Song Nainai, what do you think I brought you home for?"

Fu Tingchuan paused every word: "Don't be afraid of me!"

Only then did Song Nainai look at him with a dazed expression, and then he lowered his head a little embarrassedly.

"I..." She bit her lip, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then look me in the eyes and talk."

Song Nainai's wet round eyes instantly widened due to nervousness, and a bit of shyness appeared in her cat-like pupils.

"I'm not afraid of you!" The little girl said hastily, and then she dodged her eyes nervously.

Fu Tingchuan looked at Song Nainai's blushing cheeks with a smile in his eyes.

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