Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, then joyfully lifted the corners of her lips, carefully handing a piece of tangerine to his mouth.
Lu Yanhe opened his mouth, taking her finger in along with it.
"Bang—"
A water glass fell to the ground, shattering into countless pieces.
Su Jia looked at her scalded hand, already red, biting her teeth tightly, trying to suppress the spreading pain.
Before anyone could react, Lu Yanhe had already walked up to her, carefully taking her injured hand's back, and growled, "Su Jia, how old are you, and you still can't take care of yourself?"
"..."
But all his anger faded when he saw her scalded hand, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Su Jia gently furrowed her brow, "It's fine."
Wen Xi sat aside, silently watching the interaction between the two, her jaw clenched, face pale as paper.
Just a moment ago, she was delighted by Lu Yanhe's small gesture, but the next second, he was caring tenderly for another woman...
