Xiaonuan felt a sudden warmth on her leg and instinctively stepped back.
Nangong Yaoling's brow twitched.
He saw Xiaonuan's calf got scalded, his body swayed slightly, almost flipping off the bed.
Liang Yuzhu immediately turned around, looking at Nangong Yaoling with a face full of grievance, "Yaoling, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to. I accidentally knocked over your stuff. So, you already had soup... If I had known earlier, I would've..."
"It's fine." Before Nangong Yaoling could speak, Xiaonuan had already turned around and smiled at Liang Yuzhu, "Anyway, whichever soup you drink, it's all the same. If there's nothing else, I'll get going."
With that, Xiaonuan turned and left. No wonder he didn't want to drink the soup she made; someone had already given him soup.
