Chapter 1076: Willing to Share His Glory and Shame
Lu Jihan’s face was dark as ink. Seeing that Song Yinyin had gone quiet, he let out a cold snort and said, "Why aren’t you talking? Do you know where you went wrong?"
That tone, that attitude, was exactly the same as lecturing a son.
Song Yinyin pouted, knowing she was in the wrong, and didn’t dare make a sound.
He first put a cold compress on her face and let her hold the towel herself.
After that, he took her little hand in his.
She was so scared she jolted, instinctively trying to pull her hand back.
"Don’t move!"
Startled by his bark, Song Yinyin really didn’t dare move.
It was only then that she vaguely felt a sharp sting coming from her fingertips.
She lowered her head and saw that at some point, a strip of skin on her right finger had been scraped open, leaving a bloody slit.
She had been completely unaware.
Lu Jihan closed her small hand tightly in his palm. He first disinfected it with alcohol; the sting made her frown and hiss, and her willowy brows knitted together.
"Hurts a lot?" He looked up at her, his expression still far from pleasant.
She nodded, looking all kinds of innocent.
"Bear it." Short and to the point.
She could feel his fingers rubbing over her palm and the back of her hand.
Because they were so close, the cool clean scent on his body lingered at the tip of her nose, and his warm, steady breaths fell on the exposed skin of her, making that strange emotion in her chest refuse to dissipate.
A few minutes later, the look on Lu Jihan’s face finally softened a little as he began checking whether there were any fragments left in her wound.
His smooth, cool fingertips pressed over it carefully, his gaze serious, intently studying that blood-red slit not even three millimeters long.
During the process, he kept dipping cotton in alcohol, carefully rinsing the wound.
With her head lowered, Song Yinyin could see him studying her finger intently as he worked.
Even though they’d already been living together day and night for so long, his hands had such a strong presence that whenever they touched her skin, they still raised a layer of goosebumps.
With his index finger and thumb, he skillfully pressed and massaged the area around the pad of her thumb.
Then, with a cotton swab, he traced around the wound, wiping along a path of outer upper, outer lower, inner lower, inner upper, and then the center, in a loop.
At the same time, he let out a low "hmm."
Song Yinyin’s heart suddenly leapt to her throat; her blood rushed straight to her forehead, her mind went blank for a second, and there was a constant buzzing in her ears.
"What is it?" she asked.
He lifted his head, his shimmering amber eyes locking tightly onto her brows and eyes.
"Next time, you’re not allowed to take risks again. You hear me?"
"Oh."
Song Yinyin nodded, then said, "But, hubby, if I had to do it all over again, I probably... would still do the same thing I did today."
"Did you treat everything I just told you as if it went in one ear and out the other?" Lu Jihan frowned and reprimanded in a low voice.
"No, I just feel that no matter what happens, I’m willing to share honor and disgrace with you. I shouldn’t run away, and I definitely shouldn’t hide. You’re my husband; of course your business is my business too."
She stared at him steadily, her tone firm, not the slightest bit vague.
Lu Jihan was stunned for a moment. Looking at her lovely little face, he was actually a bit moved, his heart swaying.
The two of them looked into each other’s eyes, their breaths mingling as they drew closer, the distance between them steadily shrinking, almost to the point of being face to face.
But just as the tips of their noses were about to touch, suddenly, Song Yinyin’s forehead took a flick.
"Oww—"
She cried out in surprise and instinctively leaned back.