"Did you burn yourself? Spit it out!" Xi Zirong shot up, grabbed a nearby trash can, and patted Xu Su on the back.
Xu Su shook her head at him, signaling that she was fine.
Her eyes welled with tears from the heat, but she swallowed it down in the end.
Xi Zirong pulled out a tissue for her. "Did it hurt? Couldn't you feel how hot it was when you were holding it?"
Xu Su felt embarrassed, like she'd never had anything nice to drink before. 'But on such a cold day, holding a hot cup in my hands, I really couldn't feel a thing...'
She pushed away the hand patting her back. "Okay, that's enough. Just sit down. I'm fine now."
Xi Zirong moved her drink a little farther away. Seeing her confusion, he said, "I'm afraid you'll zone out and drink it again."
He really was going to great lengths for her.
Xu Su pouted. "It's your fault anyway. You're the one who insisted we get something to drink."
