to cook

But sweat was beading all over his forehead, and only then did he remember that the man was covered in injuries and urgently needed rest. He hurriedly finished applying the medicine, then pulled a thin quilt over him. He had been so focused on treating the wounds that he had completely forgotten to keep him warm.

If he caught a cold or came down with a fever because of this, they would be done for. Bowstring suddenly popped up, looking baffled as he said, “Bro, don’t you need to help our Brother Kevin get dressed?”

Frost felt deeply awkward at that remark.

It wasn’t that he refused to help him dress. It was just that the ointment had only just been applied. If he put clothes on him now, the medicine would be rubbed off onto the fabric. Then wouldn’t all his efforts from earlier be wasted?

That was why he had gone straight to covering him with a blanket. He couldn’t be bothered to explain this to Bowstring, and simply met him with a cold stare. Then, with full defiance, he said, “I just won’t dress him. So what? Got a problem with that? Hm?”

Bowstring shrank back in fear. Good heavens, lately he had been beaten black and blue by these people, and he had finally learned his lesson: if he had anything to say, it was better to keep it buried in his heart and grumble to himself.

Under no circumstances should he offend this bunch of brawny but anything-but-brainless monsters. Otherwise, there was only one possible outcome: death. So when he heard Frost’s challenge, Bowstring obediently said, “No objections! Absolutely none! I’m leaving now! Hahaha!”

His smile was so stiff it looked frozen. He slowly backed away, only to trip miserably over the threshold and give Mother Earth a very intimate kiss. The scene was simply too breathtaking, and so, naturally, a nosebleed followed.

Bowstring lay sprawled on the floor, miserably clawing at the boards. Why were these floorboards so hard? She had fallen so hard that blood was practically shooting from her nose in torrents, staining the whole galaxy red. No, wait. From now on, it should be called the Red River Galaxy.

Once he was sure the blanket was properly in place, Frost got up and headed for the kitchen to make Kevin some porridge. Come to think of it, Kevin seemed to have gone the entire day without eating. He gave his own head an annoyed pat. Damn it.

How had he forgotten that Kevin hadn’t eaten?

He hurried into the kitchen. Inside the several-dozen-square-meter space, when he saw the fiery red apron hanging on the wall, Frost hesitated.

He knew Kevin’s tastes had always been different from ordinary people’s, but he had never imagined he would like bright scarlet. It wasn’t as though men couldn’t like red, but the thought of putting this thing on himself made him want to die.

After struggling with himself for several minutes, Frost slowly reached out and took down the blazing red apron from the wall. Suppressing the urge to fling it straight into the trash, he slipped it over his body.

Wearing that scarlet apron, Frost did not look out of place at all. On the contrary, it only made his dangerous allure stand out even more. His tall frame standing in the kitchen made the whole room seem small in an instant.

Even the eight-foot ceiling suddenly looked a little too low.

Frost casually took the pot hanging on the wall, turned on the tap, and rinsed it out. Then he found some rice and began washing it. Every movement was smooth and practiced.

It felt as though he had done it a thousand times over. In fact, he really had cooked plenty of things before, though each time it had been to play a prank on Delicate Feather. This was the first time he had ever made something properly, but just plain white porridge was still a small matter for him.

After washing the rice, he set it on the gas stove and turned on the heat to boil it.

Outside the kitchen, Kevin sensed that Frost seemed to have left again. He quietly opened his eyes and looked around, and sure enough, he could not find Frost anywhere.

A faint ache of sadness rose in his heart. Lying weakly on the bed, the pain in his chest was far worse than the pain in his body. He wanted to turn over, but found himself utterly without strength.

After lighting the stove, Frost decided to step out and check on Kevin first.

But the moment he came out, he was startled to see that Kevin was awake. Yet looking at that blank, dazed expression on his face, the joy in Frost’s heart was instantly replaced by disappointment. He had hurt him this badly this time; perhaps Kevin truly would never want to see him again.