Chapter 613
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When Song Qingchun was about two meters away from the dining room, the sound of the exhaust fan stopped, and Su Zhinian walked out of the kitchen with a plate in his hands.
When he placed the plate on the dining table, he noticed Song Qingchun, who was almost at the door. He glanced at her lightly and said in a neutral tone, "Let's eat."
Then, he pulled out the chair that he was used to and sat down.
Song Qingchun nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
Her heart started to palpitate nervously. Her hands gripped tightly into fists by her side before she shuffled into the house in her slippers.
From the living room to the dining room, there were two steps.
When Song Qingchun stepped on the first step, she sucked in a breath surreptitiously. Then, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, causing her foot to miss the second step.
Even though Song Qingchun was mentally prepared, when she fell to the ground without warning, she still sucked in a cold breath from the pain.
She didn't pay attention to where she had fallen but turned to look at Su Zhinian, who was sitting at the dining table, out of the corner of her eyes.
She clearly saw that the man had been scooping the soup from the bowl, but the moment she fell, he abruptly threw the bowl and spoon on the table. He didn't care about the scalding pain from the soup splashing onto his hand. He directly kicked the chair behind him away and rushed toward her with large strides.
Along the way, he accidentally knocked into a chair, but he didn't seem to notice it. He raised his leg to kick the chair away and squatted down before her. His tone was light, but Song Qingchun, who had been paying close attention to his emotions, still managed to catch a trace of concern and nervousness. "Where are you hurt?"
Song Qingchun didn't answer but continued to stare at Su Zhinian without blinking.
Su Zhinian thought she had lost her mind due to the pain, so he picked her up from the floor and walked up the stairs to the sofa in the living room. He placed her on it.
He knelt down in front of her and examined her body. When he saw a small scratch on her calf, he furrowed his brows and whispered, "Wait a minute." Then he stood up and quickly went upstairs.
When he came back, he was holding a medical kit in his hand.
He knelt on one knee in front of her and hurriedly opened the first aid kit. He took out a bottle of alcohol and said, "Bear with it." He dipped a pair of tweezers into the alcohol and applied it to her wound.
Song Qingchun's body shivered from the pain. Then, she felt the man's already gentle disinfectant become gentler and more careful.
The wound was not serious, and the bleeding was not that serious. After disinfecting the wound, Su Zhinian grabbed a few band-aids, tore them open, and stuck them on the wound.
Song Qingchun lowered her gaze to stare at Su Zhinian, who was focused, and her heart started to pound.
In the past, it wasn't that he didn't care about her, but at that time, she didn't have any emotional entanglements. She was just touched, so she didn't notice the change in his expression.
And this time, she was injured precisely because she wanted to see his reaction. So, during the entire process, she was afraid that she would miss a single detail, so she saw it very clearly …
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