"Hiss..."
The slight pain on the back of her hand snapped Yan Xiaye back to reality.
Instinctively, she pulled her hand back for a closer look. This unusual action caught Li Yuntang's attention, "Xiaye?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
Quickly putting her hand down, Yan Xiaye didn't want to worry him. Besides, it was just a minor burn.
"What do you mean it's nothing?"
The man set down the kitchen knife, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, and walked over to her, taking her hand hidden behind her back without a word.
The fair skin of the little woman's hand had a few cherry blossom-like pink spots, starkly contrasting her original complexion; it definitely looked painful.
"It's really nothing..." Yan Xiaye didn't want to make a fuss, especially since she had been distracted watching Li Yuntang, blushing as she tried to pull her hand away, "Okay, I'm going to cook noodles now."
