Chapter 630
A Chaotic Relationship
Zhong Yin was also confused about her sudden panic.
It's just a cut on my hand. Although it's a little embarrassing, there's nothing to be nervous about, and there's no need to panic.
After thinking it over, the reason was probably that this guy had indeed warned her to be careful not to cut her hand, but she not only actually hurt her hand, but also embarrassed herself right under his nose.
Even though she already knew the answer in her heart, she still didn't want to face this subtle awkwardness. She struggled with her wrist, trying to shake off that large hand, her voice low and cold:
"So what if you cut your hand? Why are you holding on to me like this?"
"I want to see how deep the wound is."
Han Zhou's expression was grave. "Gu Zheng's kitchen knife has been rusty. If the wound is too deep, we need to take you to the hospital for a tetanus shot as soon as possible."
"Tetanus?" Zhong Yin's face paled slightly.
Tetanus is not an ordinary infection, but rather poisoning caused by the neurotoxin produced by Clostridium tetani. This toxin attacks the nervous system, causing generalized muscle rigidity and paroxysmal spasms, and in severe cases, it can even be fatal.
"Just kidding, who would use a rusty kitchen knife to cut vegetables?"
Han Zhou smiled, pulled her hand closer to his eyes, examined it for a moment, and seeing that the wound wasn't too deep, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly, "I told you to be careful, how can you get distracted even while chopping vegetables?"
Zhong Yin's expression turned cold: "You dare to joke about something like this?"
"To be honest, there's nothing I wouldn't dare to do now."
Han Zhou was still racking his brains about how to explain things to Gu Zheng, and even considered just admitting it honestly. He was in a completely reckless state, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to make such a joke with Zhong Yin.
He paused, his tone softening slightly: "But that joke was indeed a bit too much, I'm sorry."
Zhong Yin remained silent with a cold expression.
The wound was still bleeding, so Han Zhou took out a clean tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, indicating that she should stop the bleeding first.
Zhong Yin misunderstood, thinking that he was now really capable of anything and that he was mocking her for being in pain and wanting to cry with a tissue. Her expression turned even colder, and there was no way she would take the tissue.
Han Zhou had already let go of her hand, but seeing this, he had no choice but to hold her hand again, gently placing a tissue on her fingertip and pressing it against her wound.
Zhong Yin then realized that he was trying to stop her bleeding, but out of politeness, she couldn't say anything. Considering that the other person meant well, she couldn't forcefully pull her hand back, so she could only remain in this stalemate, letting the other person continue to hold her hand.
Zhong Yin is not a shy person, but that doesn't mean she can tolerate a man holding her hand casually. Strangely, at this moment, she felt embarrassed, nervous, dissatisfied, and even a little shy, but she didn't feel a bit disgusted at all.
The kitchen faucet wasn't turned off properly, and water dripped down, making a dripping sound. At first, the rhythm was slow, but gradually it got faster and faster until it became a gentle stream.
By the time she came to her senses, the bleeding had stopped.
Han Zhou had turned on the tap at some point and was carefully rinsing her wound.
After rinsing the wound, he brought his finger to his eyes again. Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, he said, "Let's go, come with me to the living room."
What are you going to the living room for?
"There's iodine in the living room, so disinfect it first, then put on a band-aid, and it'll be almost done."
Zhong Yin was silent for a moment, then looked down at her wrist, which was still being held tightly: "Are you sure you want to go to the living room like this?"
Han Zhou was taken aback. He looked down following her gaze, then suddenly came to his senses, quickly let go of her hand, and gave a dry laugh: "Sorry."
Zhong Yin was silent for a few seconds: "Didn't you say there's nothing you wouldn't dare to do now?"
Han Zhou sensed the barb in her words and laughed even more awkwardly: "I was just joking."
"Is it funny?" Zhong Yin picked up the kitchen knife from the cutting board.
"...Not funny." Han Zhou swallowed.
Fortunately, Zhong Yin didn't slash at him. Instead, she sliced the remaining half of the carrot into thin slices and arranged them on a plate, saying, "Then stop making jokes like that."
"Understood, but Sister Yin, you need to go to the living room to apply the iodine first."
"I dont go."
"Why?" Han Zhou was taken aback.
Seeing that Zhong Yin remained silent for a long time, he hesitated for a moment and tentatively said, "Is it because you also feel embarrassed to cut your hand while chopping vegetables, so you feel ashamed..."
"'also'?"
Zhong Yin was rinsing the kitchen knife with water when he heard this. He turned around and looked at him. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight. "You mean, you think I'm shameful?"
"No, absolutely not!" Han Zhou dared not admit it and quickly shook his head in denial.
Zhong Yin put down the cleaver and continued rinsing the cutting board under the running water. She said coldly, "If I go out now, Gu Zheng, Gu Zheng's father, and Gu Zheng's mother might all come into the kitchen alone to find you. Have you thought about how you're going to face them?" Han Zhou was taken aback: "Sister Yin, you're doing this to help me..."
"Don't flatter yourself." Zhong Yin interrupted him. "Today is a holiday. If we can't even eat properly, what kind of holiday is this?"
Han Zhou knew that Zhong Yin always valued holidays, especially New Year's Day, a day when families should get together. She used to have a happy and fulfilling family, but now things have changed. On this "reunion night" for someone else's family, he wondered what she would feel.
Thinking of this, his already heavy mood became even more depressed. He forced a smile and said, "I don't need to apply iodine, but you still need to put on a band-aid, Sister Yin..."
"I told you I'm not going to the living room."
His words were cut off again, and he finally realized that Sister Yin was actually a stubborn woman.
But how could he not be stubborn?
If she weren't so stubborn, she wouldn't have given him the cold shoulder just because he wasn't wearing a hair tie, even though she clearly didn't remember anything.
Han Zhou considered himself to be quite popular. Even if his first impression was a bit bad, after spending so much time together, Sister Yin shouldn't always have a cold face towards him.
"There's no need to go to the living room, I have a band-aid in my pocket."
He took a small cloth bag out of his pocket and pulled out a band-aid.
Zhong Yin frowned slightly: "Why do you carry band-aids with you?"
Judging from her expression, she seemed to have associated something unpleasant with it.
"Guzheng's hand was injured before, so I bought some bandages, including these adhesive bandages, and I've been carrying them with me ever since."
Zhong Yin sneered: "You clearly have the intention, but you insist on deceiving others... Hiss—what are you doing now?"
"I'll put a band-aid on you." Han Zhou looked at her strangely.
"Let go, I can do it myself."
"Don't move."
"I told you to let go."
"I told you not to move around."
Zhong Yin was washing carrot slices, holding the basin in one hand while Han Zhou pulled her other hand away. Looking at his matter-of-fact attitude, she was immediately furious. Did this bastard think she was a useless piece of trash who couldn't take care of herself?
She struggled a few times, but it was no use. She accidentally splashed a lot of water on Han Zhou's clothes, so she had no choice but to behave herself and watch him put a band-aid on her.
Once the band-aid was applied, her expression grew even colder, and she said expressionlessly, "Take off your clothes."
Han Zhou paused, looked up and met her icy gaze, and didn't react for a moment: "What?"
“I told you to take your clothes off.” Zhong Yin frowned slightly, her gaze falling on the dark water stain on his chest. “It’s all wet. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear these?”
"Who do you think this is because of..." Han Zhou thought to himself, glancing down casually and smiling indifferently, "No need, it's warm in the kitchen, it'll dry in a bit."
"You can't even take care of yourself, how can you expect to take care of others?"
"When did I say I wanted to take a picture..."
"Take it off."
Zhong Yin picked up the kitchen knife that had been put away long ago, without anyone noticing.
Han Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't dare to argue anymore. He sighed resignedly, took off his coat, and casually put it behind the kitchen door.
The pork rib soup and braised pork were almost ready to serve. Next, he planned to cook a few hearty dishes himself. So he lifted the lid of the pot, ladled the dishes into a bowl, and then subconsciously rolled up his sleeves, ready to get started.
His movements suddenly froze, his heart skipped a beat, and his gaze shifted downwards, landing on the hair tie on his wrist.
He turned his head stiffly.
White mist rose, obscuring Zhong Yin's expression.
But he could clearly see that the other person's gaze was also fixed on his wrist.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so nervous, since Zhong Yin had already seen the hair tie. However, apart from looking down on him for having another woman on his side, he didn't show any unusual emotions. But perhaps influenced by what Yi Xia said last night, he still subconsciously wanted to hide it, so he was about to pull down his sleeve.
But the next second, Zhong Yin had already strode to the stove and grabbed his wrist tightly. (End of Chapter)