Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Chapter 151 Just a minor injury

"Ah."

Li Mo'er nodded, agreeing, but she couldn't possibly call Chu Xiaohuan by his name, after all, only...

General Chu told him his name because...

Li Mo'er shook her head repeatedly, denying the possibility. It couldn't be that; perhaps it was just for convenience.

When Chu Xiaohuan heard Li Mo'er agree, his eyes lit up instantly. He looked up at Li Mo'er, but it was dark around them, and Li Mo'er didn't see the light in his eyes.

"Chu, um, are you hungry?"

Li Mo'er wanted to address him as General Chu, but then she remembered that he had told her to call him Xiao Huan, so she stopped. However, she just couldn't bring herself to say "Xiao Huan".

When Chu Xiaohuan heard Li Mo'er still subconsciously wanting to call him General Chu, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

He shook his head to indicate that he wasn't hungry, but his stomach started rumbling.

It was probably past noon when he climbed up and down the rope ladder again. The porridge he had eaten in the morning had long been digested.

Li Mo'er didn't see him shake his head, but she heard a sound coming from Chu Xiaohuan's stomach.

She took out the pastries from her arms; she had grabbed them from the table just before leaving the house because she had a sudden craving.

The pastries were flattened and looked terrible, but at least they could fill my stomach.

Looking at the two misshapen pieces of pastry in her hand, she regretted not taking two more.

She took one piece from it and handed the remaining piece to Chu Xiaohuan.

"Have some first."

Chu Xiaohuan fumbled for the pastry in Li Mo'er's hand, and a sweet aroma wafted over.

He couldn't wait to take a bite, but when his eyes fell on Li Mo'er, he ultimately only broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth to savor it.

Li Mo'er had been smelling the pastries all the way, but when she touched Chu Xiaohuan's fingers and felt that they were a little damp, she thought that his palms were sweaty.

But when she brought the pastry to her mouth, she smelled a faint metallic rusty odor.

She looked up at Chu Xiaohuan in confusion, only to find that he had already finished eating the pastries and put the wrappers away.

Li Mo'er looked down at the pastry in her hand, reluctantly broke it in half, and handed it to Chu Xiaohuan.

"Here, take half. I've already eaten a piece."

When she said the second half of the sentence, Li Mo'er's voice was clearly lacking in confidence. She didn't know if Chu Xiaohuan had seen her take the pastries.

Chu Xiaohuan didn't answer, but just sat quietly to the side, watching Li Mo'er's hazy figure.

When Li Mo'er didn't hear a reply, she took Chu Xiaohuan's hand, opened his palm, and placed half of the pastry in his hand.

Li Mo'er then ate the other half of the pastry with satisfaction. After all, if she hadn't been so excited that she loosened the rope ladder, they wouldn't have been trapped here.

Li Mo'er felt the rusty smell on her hands was stronger. She sniffed the air hard and confirmed that it was indeed there.

When she found the source of the smell was her own hand, she was confused. Her hand didn't hurt, so when had she injured it?

Have we become numb?

Li Mo'er squeezed her hands together to make sure there were no wounds, then she remembered the dampness she felt when she touched Chu Xiaohuan's hand, which meant he must be injured.

"You are hurt?"

Chu Xiaohuan was sketching Li Mo'er's figure in the dim light, trying to etch her into his mind.

Li Mo'er's sudden voice made Chu Xiaohuan flinch. He shook his head and said, "No."

"Ok?"

Li Mo'er clearly didn't believe it, because she had almost squeezed her hand so hard it hurt, but she still couldn't find a wound that was gushing blood, so she was certain it wasn't her own blood.

Without saying a word, she grabbed Chu Xiaohuan's hand and held it up to the dim light, trying to see if there were any wounds on it.

But you can't see anything from that light. It's not so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face, but you can only see the outline of five fingers.

Li Mo'er thought she wasn't close enough, so she pulled Chu Xiaohuan's hand towards her. Her eyes hurt from looking so hard, but she still couldn't see anything clearly.

However, she could smell a strong stench of blood coming from his hands.

But he...

When were you injured?

Chu Xiaohuan didn't want her to worry, saying, "It's just a minor injury."

He had suffered much more serious injuries on the battlefield, but nothing happened to him. He didn't care about minor injuries at all.

In the darkness, Li Mo'er glared at him. This injury might be fine if it were elsewhere and could be treated simply, but now that they were in the cellar, there was a risk of infection.

She tore a strip of cloth from her undergarments; having no other way to disinfect, she could only use her own saliva.

If it weren't for the rule against men and women touching each other, she wouldn't even need to tear the cloth strips; she could just put his finger in her mouth.