Lin Chuan grinned and said, "Xiao Xi, I didn't expect that after more than a month, your cooking skills have actually improved?"
"Of course!" Nuo Xiaoxi nodded.
The two started eating, with Nuo Xiaoxi tirelessly serving Lin Chuan dishes and filling his rice bowl. Lin Chuan was also enjoying it.
Suddenly, Lin Chuan, with sharp eyes, noticed a long red mark on Nuo Xiaoxi's arm.
"Hold on!" Lin Chuan immediately shouted.
Nuo Xiaoxi was startled and quickly withdrew her hand. Her eyes flickered uncertainly, and she seemed nervous.
Lin Chuan's eyes were sharp, and he had seen the long red mark when Nuo Xiaoxi reached out. He quickly grabbed Nuo Xiaoxi's hand and rolled up her sleeve. On her arm, there was a narrow, red mark with a hint of a blood trace.
Lin Chuan immediately asked, "What happened here?"
"I..." Nuo Xiaoxi faltered and awkwardly said, "It was an accident."
