71: Chapter 71: rcilessly Scalding Her Hand 71: Chapter 71: rcilessly Scalding Her Hand Ming Xue scooped another spoonful into the bowl, a full bowl of soup.
She carefully carried it over to him, planning to place it in front of him, but Gu Yixuan reached out to take it.
The bowl wobbled and overturned, spilling the hot soup that had just co out of the pot all over Ming Xue’s hands.
“Ah!” she scread, shaking her hands vigorously, causing soup to splash everywhere, a few droplets landing on Gu Yixuan’s expensive clothes.
He stood up, his face very unsightly, “What are you doing?!
Can’t you even hold a bowl steady?”
Ming Xue felt so wronged, “It wasn’t on purpose…” She didn’t know why the bowl had tipped over.
Her hands were scalded and so painful that tears stread down her face.
Mo Ran hadn’t expected this to happen either and got up, saying, “I have so burn ointnt over there.
You should quickly run it under cold water, then we can apply the ointnt.”
Coming back to her senses, Ming Xue hurried toward the washroom.
After she left, she looked at Gu Yixuan, biting her lip and asked, “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
She had seen it; his hands had held the bowl steady but then suddenly let go.
Gu Yixuan scoffed, “You think I have that much free ti?” He indirectly denied her suspicion.
Mo Ran said nothing more, but her heart was unsettled.
What was Gu Yixuan’s purpose in doing this?
Was he seeking revenge for her?
It seed unlikely to her; he couldn’t possibly know about the incident from yesterday.
Besides, she was scalded yesterday because she had reached out, not because Ming Xue had directly caused it.
Anyway, she couldn’t see through this man.
Ming Xue was clearly his new woman, and he seed to dote on her yet callously scalded her hands.
Did he actually like Ming Xue, or not?
Both won had scalded their hands; Mo Ran couldn’t practice dance, and neither could Ming Xue.
But Mo Ran wouldn’t waste ti; sitting in her room, she was watching so international dance competitions.
She could learn a lot from the dances of others, which would be very beneficial to her own dancing.
Her phone rang halfway through, a call from her sister, whom she hadn’t visited in days.
“Ranran, why haven’t you co to see recently?” Mo Yan got straight to the point on the phone.
Mo Ran felt sowhat guilty, “Sis, I’ve been so caught up with dance practice that I lost track of ti.
I’ll visit you soon.”
Now that her hand was injured, she couldn’t go and see her, lest she worry…
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