"Damn it! Why isn't this pot lid closed properly! Disaster, disaster, disaster——!"
Wang Xingkong's scream and Lv Shu's suddenly reaching hand arrived at the same time, the vermillion butterfly quickly spread its wings, stacking on Su Ming'an like a piece of paper, the next moment, the hot water poured down flowed along the butterfly's wings to the side, spilling onto the floor.
It was a close call without danger.
Su Ming'an was pulled down from the bed, still a bit dazed, after he got up from the floor and steadied himself, he saw that it was a room resembling a medical office, inside, besides Wang Xingkong who was still hurriedly trying to put the pot lid on, there was Lv Shu, recalling his butterfly with an ashen face, Xiao Xiao standing to the side with an awkward smile, Wang Zhenzhen hiding in the corner... and Shen Yue, standing at the door, watching him.
