Emelia hurriedly stepped forward and turned off the fire. She grabbed Julian's hand and placed it under the tap. "Hurry up and splash your hand with cold water."

Julian allowed her to do whatever she wanted and said with regret, "I'm sorry. I'm so useless that I can't even cook a meal."

For some reason, Emelia felt that the way he looked now was... very cheap, but even though she knew that he was pretending, she could not ignore him. She could only comfort him and said, "It's nothing. I was like this when I first learned how to cook."

Julian held her in his arms with his uninjured hand and asked in a low voice, "Have you been burnt before?"

He remembered that she said that she could cook when she was very young, because Oliver's wife, who was her adoptive mother, was in poor health. And she couldn't count on Oliver to cook at all, so she could only take care of her mother on her own.

Emelia smiled sheepishly at him. "No."

She just said that to comfort him, so that he didn't think that he was clumsy. Not everyone was as untalented as him on cooking.

Ever since the first time she cooked, she had never been burnt by oil.

Julian was already over thirty years old, and still he got himself burnt. Emelia really didn't know what to say.

But because of this burn, Emelia withdrew her aloofness towards him. She even helped him apply the ointment and warned him of getting the wound wet.

He had also tasted a meal made by Emelia. Ever since he had divorced her, aside from eating the noodles made by her several times, he hadn't eaten anything cooked by her any more.

Julian tasted the familiar cuisine and secretly felt that his burn was worth it.

However, he soon regretted it.

Julian had calculated Emelia's period and thought that they could be intimate.

In the evening, after taking a shower, Emelia had just come out of the bathroom when she was carried to the bed by Julian.

to do, so she raised his hand and pushed him away.

"What's wrong? Hasn't your menstruation

But your hand's burnt."

between them, but she's also learned to be clever. Although she knew that he had restraind his desire so bad, she had still intentionally used the burn as an excuse so that he wouldn't

was anxious, "It's just a small injury, and it doesn't affect

my hand. How

he could do it with one

hurt?" After saying that, Emelia got up and pushed him away. She raised her hand and gently patted him on the face to comfort him. "Be good and bear with it. Let's talk about it when the wound on your

quickly got up and left, leaving him in the

teeth and lay on the

could he survive this long and painful

and I get

Don't tell me that men cannot

was almost driven to craze by her words, but she still didn't open the door. He couldn't just break in. In the end, he

call out Arthur in the group chat. "Is there

Arthur replied directly, "No."

asked him, "Didn't you say that you didn't apply ointment on purpose to make the

feel sorry for him, he had intentionally not applied any ointment

said as if he could see through everything, "This is called cleverness

never say anything good, so he put

found that they had sent a lot

even

he lacked now was not the knowledge of

he lacked was

he lacked was

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