Sikong Jingqiu's movements were too big, and Haiyue's hand had been burned before. Although it was not serious, his body still made reflexive movements.
The thermos flask fell directly to the ground, and the warm soup poured all over the floor and splashed all over Haiyue.
For a moment, the living room was filled with a faint fragrance.[
"Are you an idiot? You can't even dodge?" Sikong Jingqiu roared and was about to step forward, but was held back by Lin Youyi. He turned around and glanced at Lin Youyi with cold eyes, "Let go!
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Lin Youyi's scalp was numb due to the cold gaze, cold sweat broke out down her spine, and she was almost scared out of her wits, but she still managed to maintain the calm on the surface, "Master Sikong... is just a little maid, and he has no
If she's injured, it's enough to give her some salary, you don't need to be so angry..."
Of course, Lin Youyi saw Sikong Jingqiu's different attitude towards the woman in front of her. She knew that Sikong Jingqiu had many women, and she was just one of them, but - she would never, never allow herself to lose to a little maid!
Sikong Jingqiu was silent, with veins twitching in his forehead. After a while, he turned to Haiyue, gritted his teeth and said violently: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Haiyue didn't know where she had offended him. Was it because she disturbed his "good things" with the young lady in front of him, so he...
She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, raised her eyes, glanced at Sikong Jingqiu sternly, and stammered, "I...I...I'm fine...You, you are busy with your business, don't worry about me.
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After saying that, Haiyue was fixed at that moment and did not dare to make any move, fearing that he would accidentally make Sikong Jingqiu angry again.
Sikong Jingqiu half-squinted his eyes and said nothing. His eyes were locked on Haiyue, and his pupils shrank like two hammers. They were so sharp that it made people dare not look directly. All the nerves in his body were tense and clinging to him.
Lin Youyi also felt it and did not dare to make any move at all.
There was a terrible silence all around, and an almost suffocating sense of oppression flowed in the air.
After a long time.
Sikong Jingqiu finally broke the silence. His voice was hard, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion that would burst out accidentally, "Song Haiyue, you--"