Qin Mei wanted to push him away, but her hands were dirty, and a white shirt would be a pain to wash. She quickly pulled her hand back just as it was about to touch his.
"Give it here." Jie Jingchen held out his hand, palm up.
"What?" Qin Mei asked, confused.
"The matches." Jie Jingchen lowered his gaze, staring at the matches she was holding.
Qin Mei froze for a moment before it dawned on her. She smiled and placed the matches in his palm.
Jie Jingchen first lit the kindling. Once the wood caught fire, he added the charcoal. As soon as the charcoal was burning, Qin Mei immediately placed the medicine pot on top.
"Alright, alright, you can go now." Qin Mei waved her hand, shooing Jie Jingchen away like a fly.
Jie Jingchen's face fell, a bitter smile playing on his lips. 'So pragmatic. Use me and then toss me aside, just like that. Absolutely ruthless.'
