"If you're not willing, then please leave, I need to cook."
Shen Mingfeng sighed, then suddenly reached his hand under Jian Yanyan's chopping knife, causing her to accidentally cut his hand. Instantly, the cutting board was stained red with blood.
She was cutting chili peppers at the time, and the spice pierced into the wound, making Shen Mingfeng break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Jian Yanyan paused slightly, then angrily said, "Shen Mingfeng, are you ****** crazy?"
"Didn't you say you'd only talk to me if I chopped off a hand? To talk to you, I'm willing to let you chop off a hand." Shen Mingfeng's face turned red from the pain, Jian Yanyan dropped the knife and quickly grabbed his hand, holding it under the faucet, asking as she flushed it, "Does it still hurt?"
Shen Mingfeng didn't speak, he just curved his lips and looked at Jian Yanyan, his gaze clear like the stars in the sky.
