Yan Kuan only touched the cup with his hand before he let it go and said rudely to Shen Xiaoxiao, "It's too hot."
"Oh, I'll go and change it right away. Wait a moment." Shen Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, held the cup in a rare good temper and hurriedly ran away again, changing a new cup of cold water.
"It's too cold."
Shen Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment. She stomped her feet and ran to change another cup. This time, it shouldn't be a mistake if it was neither cold nor hot, right?
Yan Kuan lay on the bed and looked at the little guy who was busy in a furry pajamas. His eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. There was no hiding the expression on his face at all. He was telling her that he was doing it on purpose, on purpose.
