The pulling of his flesh caused a sharp pain in his waist, but it was quickly masked by warmth. Ning Yuze sighed softly as his muscles, which had been tense and cold from excessive blood loss, relaxed.
Shi Lan glared at him and handed him the scissors. "Do I need to do the one inside?"
Ning Zeyu chuckled softly, his slender fingers picking up the scissors. "We don't need these."
Shi Lan snorted, turned around and said, "You stay put, I'll go cook."
After saying that, she quickly walked towards the kitchen.
Ning Yuze smiled wryly. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Hearing the news that person brought, he had somehow lost his mind and came here.
The sound of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen. Ning Yuze, relying on his sense of touch, cut the sides of his underwear, pulled out the small piece of fabric that was already mostly soaked, and was about to deal with it when he looked up and saw Shi Lan poking her head out of the kitchen and saying, "You eat some scallions..."
Ning Yuze held up the oddly shaped piece of cloth and looked back awkwardly.
Shi Lan stared at him dumbfounded, mumbling the question "ma?"
"I won't eat it," Ning Yuze said, feigning composure as he threw the piece of cloth on the ground. If it weren't for the blush that appeared on his fair, jade-like cheeks, Shi Lan would have believed he wasn't embarrassed at all.
"Oh," Shi Lan replied somewhat blankly, then retreated back into the kitchen, her cheeks and ears growing hotter and hotter with the water on the stove.
Holding the soy sauce noodle soup with two eggs, Shi Lan felt a little embarrassed, partly because of the scene she had accidentally witnessed earlier, and partly because the bowl of noodles was so simple, a truly meager meal for a patient.
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