He could clearly tell that this was not water that had yet to dry after a shower.
Because the water was cold.
This stream of liquid was hot. It wasn't much. When it reached the crook of his leg, it stopped flowing.
Shi Qian pulled back. The fork was still in her hand. She realized that there was blood on all three sharp points of the fork and was a little afraid.
Fu Sinian was afraid of scaring her, but he was also worried that she would be agitated. Enduring the pain, he picked up the cutlery on the ground and pulled the knife and fork back from Shi Qian's hand.
Shi Qian stood there, stunned.
After Fu Sinian packed up, he threw these things into the sink.
Seeing that he didn't react, Shi Qian felt that he shouldn't be seriously injured.
If he had really hit that spot, he would have been unable to take it.
"That's my cutlery. Don't mess around," Fu Sinian instructed before turning around and returning to his room.
