Mo Heng rushed over as soon as he saw the smoke rising from her bottom, grabbed her, and knocked off the iron slag that had stuck to the hem of her clothes. "How can you be so careless! Have you been burned?" He lamented not watching her for a moment, during which she took no care for eating, sleeping, or her own body.
"It's just a small burn, no big deal." The iron smelting furnace broke again, who knew that a drop of molten iron would splatter onto the back of her skirt, and when she raised her hand, it adhered to her flesh.
Mo Heng almost wanted to pinch her, feeling both distressed and grinding his teeth.
