An electric current quickly spread through her body from her fingertips, Xiao Yu stiffened entirely, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand. Gong Ting frowned tightly and reprimanded displeasedly, "Don't move!"
Xiao Yu really dared not move, but no matter how you looked at the situation, there was some ambiguity. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she uneasily turned away her gaze.
The wound on her finger had stopped bleeding. Gong Ting pulled her out of the kitchen and found a band-aid to put on her, saying, "Avoid water in the next few days to prevent wound infection."
Xiao Yu felt inexplicably moved in her heart. She said, "It's alright, I have tough skin, this little injury is nothing. I'll go cook."
Gong Ting held her back, "I will have Morin hire a Filipino maid to take care of your daily needs. If you have any other requests, feel free to bring them up. As long as I can fulfill them, I will try my best."
