The next second, however, she heard an even louder scream from Chiyo Ito, yet she didn't feel any burn on her body.
Qin Youxuan hesitated for a few seconds before opening her eyes.
She saw the person blocking her, and the confusion in her cat-like eyes turned to horror.
"Dan Hanjie ..."
"Did you get burned?" His deep voice carried a hint of barely noticeable anxiety.
He reached out to grasp her shoulder.
"No." Qin Youxuan shook her head, her eyes reddening, "What about you, the tea is so hot ..."
His back must have been burned.
Qin Youxuan instinctively wanted to reach out to remove his jacket, but her hand was caught by Dan Hanjie.
His sharp gaze swept over the stunned Chiyo Ito next to him.
Chiyo Ito suddenly kneels down, "I'm sorry, it was my fault for not holding the teacup steadily, please forgive me, Mr. Jie."
"..."
The cold gaze of Dan Hanjie condensed, reflecting a touch of bloodthirsty light.
