After Li Ran carefully wiped the glasses with a tissue, she wanted to help Zhou Liu put it on again. However, Zhou Liu dodged and hurriedly used both hands to take the glasses as he stammered, "It's… It's alright. I can do it myself."
Li Ran leaned forward and smiled at him. "Why? Am I very scary? Why do I feel that you've been avoiding me?"
"N-no."
Zhou Liu put on his glasses in a panic, but didn't dare to look at Li Ran, so he lowered his head and drank the soup with an iron spoon. The soup had just been served and the temperature was still very high. Zhou Liu drank it too quickly, so he scalded his tongue. It was so painful that his hand trembled and the soup spilled on the table.
Li Ran handed the paper to him happily. "Here, wipe the table."
Zhou Liu took the tissue awkwardly and wiped the table clean.
