Just like looking for good news in cold light

Chapter 1008 Willing to share weal and woe with him

Lu Jinhan's face was very gloomy. Seeing that Song Yinyin had stopped talking, he sneered coldly: "Why didn't you talk? Do you know what's wrong with you?"

This tone, this attitude, is exactly the same as teaching his son.

Song Yinyin curled her lips, knowing she was wrong, she didn't dare to say a word.

He first put a cold compress on her face and asked her to control the scarf herself.

Then, he held her little hand again.

Shocked, she subconsciously withdrew her hand.

"do not move!"

Song Yinyin was shocked by his drinking, and really didn't dare to move.

It was also at this time that she vaguely felt a tingling pain coming from her fingertips.

Looking down, she found that at some point, a bloody slit was scratched on her right finger.

She didn't even know it.

Lu Jinhan held her little hand tightly in his palm, and first disinfected her with alcohol. The tingling sensation made her frown and "hiss", and her willow eyebrows could not help but frown.

"It hurts?" He looked up at her, his expression still not very good-looking.

She nodded, looking innocent.

"Patience." The words were concise.

She could feel his fingers rubbing against the back of her palm.

Because of the close distance, the clear smell of his body lingered on the tip of her nose, and his warm and even long breath was also sticking to her bare skin, making her feel a strange emotion lingering in her heart.

After a few minutes, Lu Jinhan's face softened a little, and he began to check whether there was any residue left on her wound.

His silky and slightly cool fingertips carefully pressed on it, his eyes were serious, and he focused on examining the bloody eye less than three millimeters wide.

During this period, the wound was carefully washed with cotton dipped in alcohol.

Song Yinyin lowered her head, and she could see him studying her fingers carefully.

Even though they've been together for so long, his hands are so existential that touching her skin can still arouse a layer of goosebumps.

Using his index finger and thumb, he massaged the area around the pad of her thumb skillfully.

Then, the cotton swab is wiped circularly along the periphery of the wound, along the outer upper, outer lower, inner lower, inner upper, and center tracks.

At the same time, there was a low "huh".

Song Yinyin's heart jumped to her throat in an instant, blood rushed to her forehead, her brain went blank for a while, and her ears kept buzzing.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He raised his head, his bright amber eyes fixed on her eyebrows.

"Next time, don't take any more risks, do you hear me?"

"Oh."

Song Yinyin nodded, but then said, "However, husband, if I were to do it again, I would probably... still do the same thing as today."

"You didn't hear what I told you just now?" Lu Jinhan frowned and scolded.

"No, I think that no matter what happens, I am willing to share weal and woe with you. I should not escape, let alone hide. You are my husband, and your affairs are of course mine."

She looked at him fixedly, her tone was firm, without any ambiguity.

Lu Jinhan was stunned for a moment, looking at her sweet little face, he was a little moved for a moment, and his heart fluttered.

The two looked at each other's brows and eyes, their breaths were getting closer, and the distance between them was gradually decreasing, almost face to face.

But when their noses were about to touch, Song Yinyin was hit on the forehead suddenly.

"Hey hey-"

She exclaimed and backed away subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)