Ou Ming sucked his breath in at the pain of the scalding water on skin. The cup bounced a few time before finally landing on the floor in a noisy shatter.
Shen Zhilie's eyebrows rose in surprise. Very quickly, he took the napkins to wipe the tea off and pulled Ou Ming up from his seat.
As he held onto Ou Ming's hand, he saw that the skin had been scalded an angry red.
The service staff hurried over to clean up the mess. When they saw the red welts on Ou Ming's hand, they asked, "Sir, would you like some ice to apply on your burn?"
"Yes, please. Thank you," Shen Zhilie answered on Ou Ming's behalf.
Unexpectedly, Ou Ming pushed Shen Zhilie away quietly and asked, "Why didn't you warn me that there was boiling water in front of me?"
When Shen Zhilie heard that, he felt the hint of an unreasonable accusation and retorted, "How was I to know that you were going to overturn it? You deserved it!"
