She's an Idiot

Looking at Hazel, who was fleeing like a rabbit, he couldn't help fixating on her. Was she afraid of him? She had always been cautious around him, not only in front of the children in the daytime, but also just now when she touched his head. Regan took out a handkerchief, wiped the smudges of sweet soup on the corner of his mouth, and went to the bathroom. In the kitchen. Hazel's heart was about to explode. After putting down the bowl and casserole, she couldn't help covering her hand and muttering to herself. "Stupid hand! Why did you touch him? Control yourself! Remember, don't you do that again." After Hazel loaded the dishes in the dishwasher machine, wiped them clean, and put them in the dish rack, she subconsciously glanced at the seasoning rack. Then, as if something crossed her mind, she took out one of the transparent seasoning bottles, and her hand shook in shock. D*mn it! She remembered this was what she had added into the soup! But this was sugar, not salt. Agitated, she sl