Su Qianci yelped and stepped back. The soup was still poured on her. The steaming soup wetted her silk dress, leaving a large wet mark. It hurt so much that Su Qianci puffed in and out, holding the tray further from her body.
Li Sicheng did not expect her to be holding something. He was first dazed and quickly reacted to take over the tray. Li Sicheng looked at her wet dress. It was summertime, so Su Qianci was wearing a silk slip dress. The wet mark was near her lower stomach, clearly showing the color of her panties. They were baby blue. Li Sicheng glanced at it, suddenly felt a bit disturbed, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay?"
Su Qianci's eyes were red. She stared at him and said, "Try getting burned by a bowl of noodle soup yourself."
Looking at the bowl of noodle soup with half of the soup gone, Li Sicheng slightly relaxed his expression and asked, "You cooked for me?"
