"Is it alright? Does it still hurt?" Lu Chen raised his head, looking at her with concern.

Mo Nuan's nose felt a bit sour as she shook her head at him.

Lu Chen went back to the medicine cabinet, found a band-aid, and put it on her, then shooed her out of the kitchen, insisting he would take care of everything.

Leaning against the doorway, Mo Nuan watched the busy man in the kitchen without blinking. Suddenly, she moved forward and hugged his sturdy waist from behind. There was a faint scent of mint between her nostrils, fresh and pleasant, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

She...