It really made him... uncomfortable.
Yao Qing put the dumplings into the pot and suddenly had the whim to warm a small cake in the microwave.
After setting two minutes, the dumplings were cooked, and the cake should have been fluffy and warm, ready to come out of the microwave.
She held the dumplings with one hand and opened the microwave with the other.
Thinking about whether to add some milkshake to the cake or something, it should taste better.
The cool white fingers touched the edge of the dishware, the first feeling was a bit hot.
By the time she took it out, that heat seemed to have increased several folds instantly, and she almost dropped it reflexively.
The sound of the dishware shattering was distinctly heard within the quiet, untroubled villa, and Yao Qing looked at the scene before her, slightly stunned.
By the time she came to her senses, the man who had been sitting in the living room was already standing before her.
"Where did you get hurt?"
