Jackson regretted having Serenity over to cook dinner. He ordered, "Continue to rinse your hand with the cold water. I'll handle the soup."

"You will?" Serenity was surprised.

"Why not?" Jackson asked in reply. He walked to the pot and opened the lid, looking at the soup inside. Then, he turned off the fire after adding a little seasoning and tasting the flavor with a small spoon.

Jackson was so elegant and natural when he moved. Serenity thought she was watching some kind of gourmet show.

As Jackson prepared the soup, his gaze occasionally flicked to her as if to check if she was rinsing her hand.

Serenity rinsed her hand in the cold water for about 10 minutes. Her fingers were finally free from the cold water. It was still a little red, but nothing serious.

"It's still a little red," Jackson said, still frowning.

"It'll heal in two days," Serenity said.

The next moment, Serenity froze. Jackson had taken her hand and put her finger in his mouth. He licked it gently to soothe