Shen Cheng propped herself up in bed, took the cup, and sipped at the edge.
"Hot..."
She had only taken a tiny sip before she furrowed her brow.
Seeing this, Shi Yu hurriedly snatched the cup from her hand, placing it on the bedside table next to him, to check if Shen Cheng had been scalded.
Seeing his concern, the corner of Shen Cheng's mouth curled into a mischievous smile: "Just kidding, it's not hot at all."
Shi Yu: "..."
Tricking him?
His large hand suddenly gripped her chin, "Not hot, hm?"
"Mmm..."
She couldn't speak at all with him pinching her like that.
"Hot or not?"
Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, asking her dangerously.
Shen Cheng nodded.
With such a disparity in strength, how could she dare say it wasn't hot?
Shi Yu looked at her, his icy demeanor softening slightly: "Do you know what 'disaster comes from the mouth' means?"
Shen Cheng nodded.
