The man's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Song Yi was a bit puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Tang Si lowered his eyes and reached out to hold her hand up.
His gaze fixated, his brows furrowed together: "What's wrong with your hand?"
The man's voice was somewhat deep.
Song Yi shrank back a little, preparing to withdraw her hand from him.
But he gripped it firmly.
The fair hand was red all over, looking somewhat startling.
"Just a minor burn, it's nothing."
Tang Si: "Let's go put some burn ointment on."
Saying that, he started to pull her along to leave.
Song Yi wouldn't move her feet, and when Tang Si looked back, he saw the woman standing there with a pair of longing fox-like eyes gazing at him.
Tang Si's gaze was deep, fixing on her, and under his gaze, Song Yi licked her flushed lips: "Aren't you going upstairs to sleep? I just saw you seemed tired."
Upon hearing this, the man suddenly curved his lips with a hint of naughtiness: "Sleep with you?"
Song Yi: "..."
