"Ah! — It hurts! —"
Yu Zexiao's warning came too late, her hand had already touched the stove that had just been turned off. A wave of scorching pain instantly swept through her fingers — the pain shot up like a nerve, tears forced their way out, making her shrink back in discomfort.
"Dammit!"
Yu Zexiao immediately grabbed her pained hand and brought it to the faucet, turning on the water. The cool water doused her swollen fingers, lessening the sharp pain significantly, yet it still gnawed at her nerves noticeably.
Her hand was cradled in his large hand, the water was adjusted to the right flow by him, splashing on her hand, trickling through his fingers. Yu Zexiao's broad chest was pressed against her back, his strong hands protecting her, his concern and distress were so evident. So evident that the burning sensation in her fingers gradually abated.
"Does it still hurt?"
