When she reacted, Mo Chuan was holding her small fruit knife in her hand.

But when he grabbed the knife, his palm was accidentally cut open by her trembling hand, and red blood was flowing outside......

Wen Xia looked at his hand with a somewhat stunned expression.

When he reached out and snatched the knife away just now, it was obvious that it had been scratched, but he didn't stop in pain, but successfully snatched the knife from her hand.

There was a little more curiosity in her eyes when she looked at him.

Isn't he afraid of pain?

This man was really strange, unlike any man she had ever seen.

"It's pretty sharp." He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the small joke-like knife in his hand, and frowned.

But threatening him with this kind of thing is still too humiliating for him.

"Remember to change the big one next time!" As soon as the words fell, he lifted his fingers and threw the knife into the trash can not far away.

But after this just now, he was sure of one thing.

She was definitely not sent to assassinate him, because no one would be stupid enough to send someone so bad at dealing with him.

His words made Wen Xia stunned, and he deeply felt his contempt and contempt.

But what she cared more about at this time was his still bleeding palm, and the blood on his palm was still flowing, and it was all over the sheets......

"Your hand ......," she whispered, and suddenly sat up from the bed, "I'll go and ask the maid to call a doctor......

It's just that she just got up when the man's displeased voice rang out immediately.

"Stop."

"But you're hurt." Wen Xia stopped and looked at his hand.

She didn't actually want to hurt him, she was just too scared to protect herself, but she didn't expect him to come and grab the knife, not afraid of being hurt at all.

"I said no." Mo Chuan's face changed, and he said with some anger.

Going to the doctor on the wedding night, if this matter is spread out, won't he Mochuan be laughed at to death?!

If these words reach Shen Hanzhi's ears again, then will his face be gone?

His angry voice made Wen Xia's body tremble in fright...... Looking at his clean eyes, there was a little more timidity.

When he met her eyes full of horror, Mo Chuan couldn't help frowning, somehow, his original unhappy mood was inexplicably worse.

"There's a medicine box in the bedside table." He frowned and whispered, but his voice was not as terrible as it had just been.

Hearing him say this, Wen Xia reacted quickly, hurriedly came to the bedside table, opened the bottom drawer, and there was indeed a small medicine box inside.

She picked up the medicine box and put it on the bed, after opening it, when she was about to look for medicine, the man stretched out his hand, quickly picked out the disinfection and hemostatic medicine and bandaging tape, and put it directly on the bed, first took the disinfectant potion, spread out the injured palm, and prepared to deal with the wound.

At this time, Wen Xia, who was standing far away from him, couldn't help but come over, and then cautiously stretched out his hand, wanting to take the things from his hand.

"I'll do it anyway." She whispered.

But the man glanced at her with low eyes and said coldly.

"No, you don't."

She was stunned, and then saw that he ignored her directly, and then unscrewed the cap of the potion bottle with one hand, and was about to pour it into the palm of her hand.