Lu Hualiang gently pinned her against the stove.
The force was a bit too strong, causing Xia Weibao's back to ache somewhat.
"Did I hurt you?"
Lu Hualiang chuckled softly, reaching out to rub the spot for her.
Xia Weibao's cheeks flushed, her eyes were glossy, and she lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him.
He gently lifted her chin, wanting to kiss her again.
"What's that smell?"
He frowned, wondering whose soup had burnt.
"Ah! My medicine!"
Xia Weibao suddenly realized and pushed him away.
She rushed over and lifted the lid.
But in her haste, she scalded her hand.
The pain made her withdraw her hand quickly, shaking it in the air a few times.
"Be careful."
Lu Hualiang appeared behind her, took her hand to look at it, and saw it was red.
He held her hand to his lips and blew on it gently, his heart aching slightly.
"If it's burnt, it's burnt; why be so hasty and careless?"
Xia Weibao blinked, feeling somewhat wronged, "It's all because of you."
