Before he came to realize it, the small table was already arranged with the various dishes.
"You made so much." Stephen smiled gently. "What's this?"
"Pumpkin soup."
Tessa picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful, blew on it to cool it, and brought it to Stephen's mouth. "Try it."
Stephen smiled and lowered his gaze, but suddenly his smile stiffened.
"What happened to your hand?"
There was a blister on Tessa's right index finger.
It was too late for Tessa to hide it, so she had no choice but to fess up. "I… accidentally scalded myself in the kitchen just now. It's nothing much, just a small blister."
Stephen's eyes turned red. "Does it hurt?"
Tessa shook her head. "Not at all."
Stephen drank the soup, gently held Tessa's wrist, and lowered his head to slowly blow on the blister.
After a few gentle breaths, Stephen looked up at Tessa, his eyes filled with distress. "Don't lie to me. Burns always hurt."
Tessa's eyes reddened slightly. "It really doesn't hurt. Compared to your injuries, this is nothing."
Stephen reached out to pinch her cheek. "Tessa, if you get hurt, I feel pain. Even the smallest injury isn't okay."
Tessa bit her bottom lip lightly, her eyelashes trembling as she instinctively acted coy, "Stephen… "
Her soft and delicate voice was too much for Stephen to handle.
He pulled her closer, kissing her smooth forehead, her flushed cheeks, and her tender lips.
Tessa's ear burned, her heart melting with sweetness.
After a moment, she pressed her hand against Stephen's chest, creating some distance between them.
"Stephen, eat first, or it will get cold."
Stephen used a teasing tone, his eyes glinting playfully. "Alright. We kiss again after eating?"
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