Dear Mr. Shi

But at this moment, Shi Yuhan didn't even frown his brows, and put it on the dining table smoothly and calmly along the way.

Song Qinghuan was a little puzzled, so he raised his hand to touch the soup bowl, then frowned and hissed.

Oh my god, it's still as hot as before...

Why didn't you respond to the cold at that time? Isn't he afraid of getting hot?

While thinking like this, her eyes kept staring at Shi Yuhan, and she found that his face was still calm and waveless, without a slight ripple.

But when he lowered his eyes, he found that his hand hanging beside him seemed to be shaken uncontrollably.

Song Qinghuan was really angry and funny. If she didn't guess wrong, Shi Yuhan must have been burned.

He must have tried the bowl first, and felt that it was not very hot, so he started to walk out of the kitchen.

Immediately, the longer the skin was touched, the hotness began to increase. By the time he walked halfway, it is estimated that his hands were already red, but he was cold and arrogant, and he would not show it.

Therefore, no matter how hot it hurts, it is still calm.

Really want to lose face and suffer alive.

Song Qing walked happily to Shi Yuhan's side and directly took a look at his hand. As expected, all five fingers were red. If you don't deal with it, it is estimated that blisters will come soon.

"God, you really are. You don't even make a sound. Come on, rinse with cold water first." Song Qinghuan frowned, all kinds of shame, black lines and speechless.

She walked quickly to the kitchen against the cold while pulling, then turned on the faucet and rinsed him with cold water.

The thin water rushed through the hot fingers, and the feeling of coldness was on the skin, and the five fingers that felt aching from the cold when they were warm, finally got a touch of relief.

He glanced at Song Qinghuan, his face like ice and snow, with a hint of melting like Yuchun.

"You rush, I'll get salt!" Song Qinghuan didn't look at him, and ordered, turning to the cooking station.

She took the salt to the sink as quickly as possible, then turned Shi Yuhan's palm over, grabbed some salt with her five fingers, and then glued his fingers one by one.

Shi Yuhan looked down at Song Qinghuan's face, his eyes were calm, and there seemed to be a gentle touch of what he said: "Isn't it supposed to wipe toothpaste?"

"Toothpaste is not as good as salt. Rubbing salt can reduce swelling or inflammation. It will be cured after a while." Song Qinghuan said in a low voice, while carefully using soft fingers to put salt on his scalded fingers. .

When she was a child, she got hot hands. This is how her mother helped her, but her parents hadn't divorced at that time.

Later, when my mother remarried, every time she scalded her hands, there was only one sentence of reproach: I don’t know where your brain grows, so it can be scalded.

The movements were neither light nor heavy, and slowly stroking, Shi Yuhan suddenly felt that his whole body was energized, a kind of strange itch.

Song Qinghuan was concentrating on applying salt to him. Suddenly Yuhan took his finger out of her hand, her expression a little strange.

She frowned and wondered: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Shi Yuhan didn't speak, and walked out of the kitchen quickly, so he couldn't control himself. He really didn't like it very much.

Song Qinghuan was a bit inexplicable, but didn't say anything. He only sighed inwardly, probably feeling embarrassed. Sure enough, the black-bellied man was hypocritical.