Jiang Jinyu suddenly grasped her wrist, and Qin Yin was startled, "What are you doing?"
"I'll take it."
Jiang Jinyu smiled, his smile was gentle and handsome. He took the dish from Qin Yin's hands, and she dazedly handed it to him.
He carried the dish to the dining table, while Qin Yin turned back to the kitchen to get the soup.
As soon as her hand touched the soup bowl, it got burned. She immediately put the bowl back, rubbing her earlobe with her fingers.
Just as she was about to carry the soup bowl again, Jiang Jinyu came around from behind and had already placed the soup on the table.
"Thank you," Qin Yin whispered softly.
Jiang Jinyu smiled warmly and took hold of her hand, "Let me see how bad the burn is."
Seeing that Qin Yin's fingertips were slightly red, he led her to the kitchen sink, turned on the cold water, and held her hand under the stream for quite a while.
