Lin Yan's mouth twitched in pain, and Lu Chenyuan quickly snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers and turned to grab her arm.
A cigarette left a burn on her delicate arm, like a bright firework.
Lin Yan was most afraid of splattering oil when cooking; the instant burn when oil splashed on skin was painfully penetrating.
Lu Chenyuan pulled her to the restroom and turned on the faucet, washing the burn with cold water.
With the sound of flowing water, he asked with concern, "Does it hurt? Do you want to see the doctor? Do we have any burn ointment at home?"
Lin Yan, afraid of pain but not whimpering, shook her head.
"It's nothing, just consider it a gift from you. It wasn't on purpose. If it were, would this count as domestic violence?"
Lu Chenyuan looked at her clear, black eyes and smiled, "It would! You can hit me back to find balance."
