"Don't trust my skills?"
Ji Chicheng's eyebrows raised slightly, emitting a dangerous signal.
Ji Anning hastily threw away the condom in her hand, her face burning with embarrassment. This guy was really becoming more and more shameless.
"What are you doing?"
Ji Chicheng sniffed, a burnt smell drifting from the kitchen.
He asked the question but, without waiting for Ji Anning's response, he got up and rushed to the kitchen.
"Damn it, the eggs are burnt."
Only then did Ji Anning remember she had been frying eggs.
Ji Chicheng ran into the kitchen to find the eggs had turned into a burnt mess. He quickly turned off the stove.
He set the exhaust fan to maximum and opened the windows.
The pan was still hot, as if it had caught fire. Ji Anning moved to pick it up to rinse it under running water, but Ji Chicheng scolded her, "Don't touch it."
But Ji Anning's hand had already touched the handle, scalding her with a 'hiss' sound. She screamed out in pain, 'Ah'.
