At this moment, looking at the plumpness, Tang Feng couldn't conjure any dirty thoughts.
He felt some annoyance, some self-reproach.
Knowing the water was scalding, why did he still give the cup to Sun Yao?
If Sun Yao's perfect, delicate chest were to be scarred, he would be the culprit.
Looking at that chest wrapped in a pale blue bra, he hesitated.
The golden window for treating burns is the first ten minutes; miss that, and later treatment will be troublesome, with a high chance of leaving scars.
But the problem was, the spot where Sun Yao was scalded was on her chest, which meant the bra had to come off to treat it.
After all, that's a woman's most private area—how could it be so casually exposed?
Sun Yao was biting her teeth, her face full of pain.
It seemed she understood what Tang Feng was about to do, and after struggling internally, she reached up to unhook her bra.
With the unhooking of the clasp, the pale blue bra slid off.
