"So what if it burns," Mu Yunshen smiled faintly, "Mrs. Mu, would you care? If I became disabled from the burn, wouldn't you just abandon me."
Disabled... just a cigarette, is it that serious?
Lier pressed her lips together and looked at him, not believing he'd really hold onto the cigarette. Yet, Mu Yunshen didn't move, maintaining his position and staring at her.
Eventually, Lier walked over and took the cigarette from his fingers.
The cigarette was already burning to its end, and she moved too quickly, burning her fingertip, "Ah..."
As soon as she let out a small cry, Mu Yunshen quickly tossed the cigarette away, picked her up, and sat her on the nearby sofa. He squatted down, holding her hand to check, "Where did it burn?"
The fair skin of her fingertip had a red burn, and the man's brow immediately furrowed. He pressed the intercom to instruct his secretary to buy some burn ointment and filled a cup with ice water to soothe her pain for the time being.
