At this moment, Sophie came in with a bowl of soup, smiling as she approached Yan Sijue: "Sir, I specially made this soup for you. It's very nourishing. Would you like to try some?"
Yan Sijue glanced at her nonchalantly, without saying a word. But to him, that look was a silent consent.
Sophie's face lit up with a sweet, surprised smile. She placed the clay pot of soup in front of Yan Sijue, but without paying attention, the pot wobbled slightly as she set it down, spilling a few drops of steaming soup on her fair hand!
She cried out, and even though the burn was on her hand, she seemed unable to stand steady and fell into Yan Sijue's arms!
"Oh!" She scrambled to stand up, her face bright red, "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to!"
Though she said so, her scalded red hand hung in front of her, as if deliberately for Yan Sijue to notice.
And in fact, Yan Sijue did notice.
He frowned slightly, "Ask Ada to get you some ointment for burns."
