Chapter 132: Tears streaming down my face and being burned
"How do you know? Did you send someone to follow me?" As he said this, he had the urge to jump.
"Do you think there's still a need to keep track of what's going on between you?" He secretly sarcasticly mocked her. The servants came over to bring dinner and coffee, and then all left.
There were only two of them left in the huge living room.
Han Yixing looked at the two dark cups of coffee in front of her and felt that she was very thirsty, but now she wanted to reason with him first.
"What are you alluding to?"[
"Are you asking knowingly?"
"Meng Beichen, don't play riddles with me. Just say what you have to say. Why do you have to beat around the bush to ridicule me?" Han Yixing was depressed. He took the coffee in front of him angrily and drank it as if he were drinking water.
Go down.
Then it was so hot that she squirted out all of it in one mouthful, almost crying and shouting: "It's so hot! It's so hot!"
He fanned his mouth desperately with his hands, jumped up and ran to the side again. In the panic, tears came out, and he could not tell the direction.
Meng Beichen's face was covered in black lines because she had sprayed black coffee on it. Now when he heard her shouting, he got up with a headache and pulled her towards the bathroom.
Then he ordered the servant who hurried over: "Go and pour a glass of ice water for the young mistress."
Turning on the faucet, Han Yixing put his head in again, and this time he really burst into tears.
Meng Beichen watched speechlessly as she almost made a habitual move. She was so confused that she could get burned?
He accidentally glanced in the mirror and saw that he himself was in a very embarrassed state. He glared at her and pulled the towel aside to wipe his face.
"It really... hurts..."
Han Yixing stuck out his tongue and looked in the mirror in front of the sink. It was red and nothing could be seen, but it was numb and painful, as if it was not his own tongue.
"Are you stupid? Drinking food can burn you." He gave her an annoyed look, turned on the faucet and washed his face thoroughly.
Han Yixing turned around, his eyes red, "Not that...it was because of you!"
If he hadn't been making riddles all the time, would she have had to swallow the hot coffee in such an angry gulp?
"Does it hurt?" He looked at her and looked like she was about to cry. Another face suddenly flashed in his mind, his voice became much gentler, and he didn't care about her accusation.