C4 I'll Make You Soup Tomorrow

"This is normal soup." Fannxing barely managed to maintain her voice under Wen Yiyan's intense gaze.

She was determined not to be afraid.

But she still felt guilty.

Her husband was a doctor. Such obvious medicinal herbs definitely could not fool him.

Wen Yiyan silently looked at Fannxing, whose head was getting lower and lower. In the end, he still took her spoon and drank all the soup.

Fannxing kept peeping at him, waiting for him to finish drinking. Only then did she reveal a brilliant smile.

"Isn't it very good to drink? Hubby, don't worry. I'll make soup for you tomorrow!"

Wen Yiyan flatly refused, "Don't make this kind of useless soup in the future."

He got up and left.

Wen Yiyan wanted to go back to his bedroom, but he felt his shirt being pulled. He stopped.

Fannxing pouted. "Do you really not want soup?"

Wen Yiyan quietly waved Fannxing's hand away to show his determination.

He would not be bewitched by her. But just as he touched her hand, he heard her take a deep breath.

Wen Yiyan subconsciously withdrew his hand.

He looked at Fannxing, who had her left hand clenched into a fist in a panic.

"What happened to your hand?"

Fannxing hurriedly put her hand behind her back.

Although she really did not want to expose herself like this, once she got nervous, her four limbs were like running away from home. Her four limbs were disobedient no matter what.

She smiled and pretended to be stupid.

"I'm fine!"

Wen Yiyan grabbed Fannxing's arm and pulled her hand in front of him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Fannxing's still tightly holding left hand. His tone could not be ignored.

"Open your hand."

Fannxing knew that she could not dodge, so she could only slowly let go of her fist.

He saw that her white and slender index finger was red and swollen, and there was a large bubble on it.

Wen Yiyan's eyes darkened, and his pretty eyebrows wrinkled.

He pulled Fannxing's wrist and walked into the kitchen.

Fannxing was most afraid that Wen Yiyan would not speak.

Since young, Wen Yiyan rarely spoke.

Every time Mrs. Wen asked him something, if he could answer her with two words, he would never say three words.

Mrs. Wen was almost angered to death by him. She kept shouting that she wanted to change Wen Yiyan's name to Wen Duoyan.

But normally, Wen Yiyan would at least say a few words when chatting. Now that he did not say anything, Fannxing did not dare to act rashly, so she could only quietly follow behind him.

Wen Yiyan used the cooling water with salt to wash Fannxing's scalded index finger over and over again.

He methodically took out a cotton swab from the backup medical kit, dipped it in the disinfectant, and gently smeared it on Fannxing's index finger with a clockwise direction.

When she saw Wen Yiyan pull out the sterile needle's protective cover, Fannxing subconsciously retracted her left hand.

Wen Yiyan could not help but cast a sidelong glance at her.

"Do you know fear? But there's no other way. You're too stupid."

Fannxing puffed her cheeks.

"It is not like I am willing to be stupid."

"You still dare to talk back?"

His voice made Fannxing not dare to speak anymore.

She fell into Wen Yiyan's rare gentleness. She allowed him to treat her wound.

He quickly pierced through the surface of the blisters and used a sterile cotton swab to gently squeeze and release the liquid. After that, he applied the ointment on the wound and used a clean gauze to bandage it.

When Fannxing recovered her senses, Wen Yiyan had already rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and carefully washed her hands.

She stared at his exquisite side profile and became more and more obsessed with him.

Although Wen Yiyan did not raise his head, she still liked him that much.

Wen Yiyan inadvertently raised his eyes to look at Fannxing. He saw her staring straight at him.

His imagination was very good.

Her gaze made him immediately feel that she was coveting him.

He frowned in disdain, but she still giggled foolishly at him.

Wen Yiyan was speechless.