Chapter 75: Ketchup

Ruan Mian looked at the large gash on her hand; it ran across her palm, and fresh blood gushed out almost immediately.

This cut was a bit deep.

One couldn't blame her for being delicate; who would have known that this perfectly fine iron plate actually concealed a hidden weapon.

She had been working away just fine when a sharp blade suddenly sprang out.

Before she could even react, she had been sliced with a large gash.

"What's wrong?"

A youth's voice came from the doorway. Ruan Mian turned her head to look and met those light-colored eyes.

His gaze gradually shifted downward and stopped on her palm.

She noticed his expression growing increasingly deep and dark.

It seemed to be harboring an even greater storm within.

"You..."

Before Ruan Mian could even finish what she wanted to say, she was interrupted by the person right in front of her.

Her own palm had already been pulled before his eyes, and a touch of warmth and softness covered her wound once again.

A wet, hot tongue licked her wound bit by bit, curling away the bright red blood little by little.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

She couldn't forget that her neck had just been licked by him, and she had been poisoned.

Wouldn't this just be adding poison upon poison?

She pulled back with all her might, but she couldn't budge at all; her palm was held fast by an even greater force.

"Don't move."

His tongue continued to lick the wound bit by bit.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Unfortunately, his claws didn't know what they were made of; she couldn't shake them at all, and he continued to do as he pleased. "Hey!"

He finally stopped his movements and raised his eyes to look at her. His brows arched, and his lips, stained with specks of scarlet, appeared incomparably wicked and charming.

"Lu Yi."

What is that?

Ruan Mian widened her eyes, staring at him in a daze, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"My name."

A hot, burning sensation came from her palm, followed by an indescribable itch—an itch that clawed at her heart and scratched at her liver.

It's over, it's over!

This person has poisoned her again!

Why is it so hard for her little life to survive???

"All done."

Lu Yi released her hand and looked at her slightly despairing face, his mood unexpectedly good.

Ruan Mian pulled her hand back and realized something was wrong.

Where was her wound?

The long gash that had been there was completely gone, replaced by a thin line of pale pink, tender flesh.

Her wound had healed just like that?!

Ruan Mian was dumbfounded. She looked at her palm, then raised her head to look at him, feeling it was quite incredible.

"You can actually make wounds heal?"

Lu Yi looked over gloomily, his eyes flickering. Beneath his gaze, besides a hint of probing, there was also a mix of hesitation—incomparably complex and unfathomable.

His restrained emotions were hidden deep, and the fingers curled at his sides moved, making him impossible to read.

It was as if he were ready to strike at any moment.

He felt a bit of anticipation; what would she do after learning such a secret?

Ruan Mian immediately touched her neck; there was no wound there anymore, just a smooth, flat surface.

"So you were lying to me? All that about poisoning was fake?"

Unexpectedly angry, "How can you be like this! Do you know that scaring people can scare them to death!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to wipe her palm on his clothes.

She wore an expression of extreme disgust.

Lu Yi was amused to the point of anger by her actions; he had helped her, yet she was the one acting disgusted.

He pointed to his own head, "You knocked me into this state; if I didn't say that, would you have saved me?"

That seemed to be the case...

Ruan Mian bluffed, "Then I guess we're even!"

"Your wound is healed, but mine is not yet."

The bandage wrapped around his head was very obvious, adding a few more points of unbridled, rebellious flair to his face.

He looked even more like a youth who had stepped out of a manga.

It seemed he couldn't lick the back of his own head...

Feeling increasingly guilty, she asked, "Then what do you want?"

Lu Yi crossed his arms, tilted his head, and smiled, "At least let me finish healing the wound on my head."

That request didn't seem too excessive.

But some things had to be made clear in advance, "I can be responsible for the wound on your head, but we must have a three-point agreement!"

One, naturally, is that during the healing period, you must guarantee my safety and cannot attack me or pose any threat.

Second, that is, during the period he is recovering from his injuries, he cannot affect her own life.

Third, after his injuries heal, they will be completely square, and he must leave immediately.

Lu Yi sneered in his heart after hearing this, but on the surface, he was much more obedient than before, "Of course, what else? I'm not interested in your life."

"However..."

As the conversation took a turn, Ruan Mian had a bad premonition, as if some trouble was about to emerge!!!

"I also have my own requirements."

Sure enough, just as expected.

Ruan Mian felt as if she had stepped into a trap; her eyes darkened, and she adopted a heroic spirit of facing death unflinchingly, "Speak."

"During the time I am recovering from my injuries here, you cannot reveal my whereabouts, and also, you must be responsible for my meals."

Just this?

Ruan Mian almost felt like she had misheard.

"Fine, whatever you say, I can do it all!"

Lu Yi looked at the slender palm extended toward him, curled his lips, clicked his tongue, and gave a light tsk.

He reached out and grasped that touch of softness; it was so thin and weak that it seemed he could completely wrap it up with one hand.

"Then, happy cooperation."

A touch and then away; the warm sensation pulled away, and it seemed a bit empty.

"Is there any more food?"

Meeting Ruan Mian's probing gaze, the tips of his ears hidden in his white hair quietly climbed with a thin layer of red.

She had just fried two large potatoes' worth of fries, and he still wasn't full?

Her gaze swept over his flat abdomen; he looked thin, yet he could actually eat so much.

"You wait, I'll finish making this chair and then go make it for you."

Watching her hand about to touch that iron plate, he still spoke up to stop her, "Do you want to get cut again?"

Ruan Mian: "??"

He sighed faintly, "There are many hidden blades on this; it should be a hidden weapon component from an Old-style Combat Mecha. Let me do it, you go make food."

Somewhat startled, Ruan Mian spread her hands and hurriedly moved away.

The things in this scrapyard are dangerous too!

"Then thank you for your hard work, just make two stools, I'll go make you something to eat!"

Making food was obviously simpler and more suitable for Ruan Mian.

Thinking about the order for tomorrow, she had planted more potatoes, a whole large sack.

The pot of oil she had just finished frying with was still sitting there.

She cut the potato strips and potato slices, and just threw them all in to fry.

But how could one eat fries and potato chips without a companion?

Time to get some Tomato Sauce going!

She found an iron rod to stand up, activated her Plant Ability, and a tender sprout climbed and twined rapidly; amidst the green leaves, clusters of yellow flowers bloomed in competition.

They also fell off rapidly, bearing small green fruits.

The green fruits grew larger in just a few breaths, turning red and soft, emitting the unique scent of tomatoes.

Large clusters upon large clusters of tomatoes were hidden among the green leaves.

Seeing that it was about enough, she stopped her hand, and the rapid growth of the tomatoes also ceased.

However, to make Tomato Sauce, tomatoes alone as the main ingredient were not enough.

Sugar was also needed.

As it happened, she had a Plant Ability and could grow sugarcane.

As it happened, she had snagged a small juicer on the Light Brain at a very cheap price.

Let's begin, Tomato Sauce!