Ye Xingguang was furious, "You have the nerve to blame me! If you hadn't made a sudden sound, would I have been scared enough to lose grip on the water cup?"
She was going to return to her room to fetch a cold towel, but Ye Junqing held her back, "Stay seated, don't move!"
"What on earth for?"
"When I tell you to sit down and don't move, then sit down and don't move. Stop asking so many questions!"
Ye Junqing scolded sharply, turned around and started rummaging through a drawer in the living room table for the burn ointment. The man, who had searched two drawers before finding the ointment, turned around only to find that Ye Xingguang had stood up. He shot her an icy, warning look, "Try moving even one bit."
Ye Xingguang: "..."
Seeing the man walking over with the ointment, she shut her mouth just in time and extended her hand, "Thank you."
Ye Junqing glanced at her, but didn't hand her the burn ointment. Instead, he unscrewed the cap, very much intending to apply it for her.
