In the living room, Mi Sheng was meticulously holding Qiao Zui's arm, carefully drawing his sleeve up. She was afraid the sleeve would slip, aggravating his injury.
Seeing the nasty burn blistering on his fair arm, Mi Sheng's heart pained as if hit by a sharp blow.
Qiao Zui saw she was delicately cradling his arm, looking at his wound with a heart-wrenching expression. His heart softened and he switched to comforting her, "It's nothing serious, just a slight burn, who hasn't had one? It'll be fine in a few days."
Mi Sheng looked up and saw his deathly pale face from the pain, her eyes turning red and unable to utter a word.
Fang Mingzhu burst into the living room, instantly noticing the intimate gaze between them.
Fang Mingzhu, with her head buzzing in anger, stormed over and violently shoved Mi Sheng, "Fox spirit! Keep your hands off Brother Xiaoqiao. He's my fiancé. We're engaged!"
Surprised by her push, Mi Sheng staggered. Qiao Zui quickly stepped forward to support her.
