Liu Meihua's hand was trembling.
The scorching military canteen was paused right in front of her.
The white steam emerging from the spout was like a venomous snake, burrowing into her nostrils.
Gu Yanshen said nothing.
He just stood there, like a black wall, casting a shadow that completely enveloped her.
It was deathly silent around them.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on her like a spotlight.
"Pour."
Gu Yanshen spoke only one word.
Liu Meihua shook violently.
She could feel the cold sweat soaking through the durable fabric on her back.
She swiftly raised her head, wanting to say something polite.
But as soon as she met Gu Yanshen's indifferent eyes, all words got stuck in her throat.
She extended her hand.
That well-maintained hand was now trembling like a leaf in an autumn breeze.
She grasped the handle of the canteen.
Hot.
Yet she didn't dare let go.
She lifted the canteen and walked toward the clean tea mug.
"Bang."
