NOVPUBChapter 230: 230, A devious and gloomy man, is pretentious.
Chapter 230: 230, A devious and gloomy man, is pretentious.
But at this moment, Shi Yuhuan didn’t furrow his brow, calmly and steadily placing the steaming bowl on the dining table.
A little baffled, Song Qinghuan raised her hand to touch the soup bowl, and instantly grimaced, hissing in pain.
Heavens, it’s still as hot as before…
How come Shi Yuhuan didn’t react at all? Could it be he’s immune to burns?
As these thoughts crossed her mind, her eyes remained fixated on Shi Yuhuan, noticing that his face remained calm and unflustered.
But upon lowering her gaze, she noticed his hand, dangling at his side, twitching as if involuntarily.
It made Song Qinghuan both amused and annoyed, and if she guessed right, Shi Yuhuan had definitely burned his hand.
He must have first tried to feel the bowl, thinking it wasn’t too hot, so he picked it up and walked out of the kitchen.
Then, as skin contact with the bowl continued, the discomfort probably increased, and by the time he was halfway to the table, his hand must have been red from the heat. However, due to his proud and aloof nature, he did not express this.
So regardless of how much it hurt, he just kept walking calmly as if nothing happened.
Pride before a fall, suffocating himself.
Song Qinghuan quickly approached Shi Yuhuan, grabbed his hand for a look, and saw indeed, all five fingers were red. If left untreated, it might get blistered soon.
“Good God, why didn’t you make a sound when it burns? Quickly, rinse it with cold water first,” remarked Song Qinghuan, frustrated and speechless.
She led Shi Yuhuan back to the kitchen at a brisk pace, turned on the faucet, and started to rinse his hand with cold water.
The gush of cold water over the scorching fingers brought a refreshing sensation to his skin, and the pain in Shi Yuhuan’s fingers finally seemed to subside.
He glanced at Song Qinghuan, her icy features dissolving slightly like a frost meeting the spring.
“You rinse, I’ll get the salt!” Song Qinghuan, who didn’t glance back at him, then ordered and turned towards the cooking counter.
She quickly fetched the salt to the sink, flipped Shi Yuhuan’s palm, took some salt with her fingers, and rubbed it onto each of his fingers.
Shi Yuhuan gazed at Song Qinghuan’s face, his eyes calm, but his words carried a faint tenderness, “Shouldn’t you be applying toothpaste instead?” 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
“Toothpaste isn’t as good as salt. Rubbing salt can reduce swelling and inflammation. It’ll get better soon,” Song Qinghuan murmured as she carefully rubbed salt onto his burned fingers with her soft fingers.
When she was a kid and got burned, her mother used this method to treat her. That was before her parents divorced.
Her mother re-married afterwards, and whenever she burned her hand, her mother would merely reprimand her: ‘Where was your mind? You can even burn yourself like this. Now quickly get some salt and rub it on.’
Her gentle, measured motions brought a strange tingling sensation to Shi Yuhuan, as if current was running through his body.
As Song Qinghuan was carefully applying salt on him, Shi Yuhuan suddenly withdrew his hand, looking somewhat strange.
She frowned confusedly, “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
Without a word, Shi Yuhuan strode out of the kitchen. He really didn’t like this lack of self-control.
Song Qinghuan was somewhat baffled but refrained from pursuing the matter further. Muttering to herself, she assumed he felt embarrassed, which was typical of these brooding, dark-horse types of men.
