Chapter 230

But at the moment, when the cold is not frown, all the way is very stable and calm will be hot on the table.

Song Qinghuan was a little puzzled, so he raised his hand to touch the soup bowl, then frowned and hissed.

My God, it's still as hot as before

Why didn't you respond to the cold at that time? Isn't he afraid of scalding?

When thinking like this, her eyes have been staring at Shi Yuhan tightly, and found that his face is still calm, without waves, without a trace of ripples.

But when he lowered his eyes, he found that his hand on his side seemed to be out of control.

Song Qinghuan is so angry and funny. If she didn't guess wrong, she must have been scalded.

When he stepped out of the kitchen, he was sure that it was not hot.

Then the longer you touch your skin, the more intense your hand is. In the middle of the walk, it's estimated that his hands are already red. It's just that he's cold and aloof, and won't show it.

Therefore, no matter how painful the burn is, it is still calm all the way.

It's a shame to live.

Song Qinghuan walked quickly to the cold side and took his hand directly. Sure enough, his five fingers were all red. If he didn't deal with it, he would blister later.

"Oh, my God, you are a real man. You don't even say a word when it's hot. Come on, let's flush it with cold water first." Song Qinghuan frowned, all kinds of sweat, black lines and speechless.

When she pulled it, she quickly came to the kitchen, turned on the tap and washed it with cold water.

Thin water rushed through the hot fingers, cool feeling Qin to the skin, when the cold feel burning five fingers, finally get a trace of relief.

He took a look at Song Qinghuan. His face was like ice and snow, and there was a trace of melting like spring.

"Go ahead, I'll get the salt!" But song Qinghuan didn't look at him and told him to turn around and go to the frying table.

As soon as she could, she took the salt to the washing table, turned over her cold palms, grabbed out some salt with her five fingers, and then smeared it on him one by one.

When Yuhan looked down at Song Qinghuan's face, his eyes were very calm, and his words seemed a little gentle: "shouldn't you wipe toothpaste?"

"Toothpaste is not as good as salt. Rubbing salt can reduce swelling and inflammation. It will be OK after a while." Song Qinghuan said in a low voice, while carefully using his soft fingers, pressing salt on his hot fingers.

When she was a child, she burned her hand. That's how her mother helped her deal with it, but at that time, her father and mother had not divorced.

After her mother remarried, every time she burned her hands, there was only one sentence of reproach: I don't know where your brain is growing, so it can be scalded, and I don't want to get salt quickly.

The movement is not light or heavy, slowly stroking, so that when the cold suddenly feel the whole body, just like the electricity, a strange itch.

Song Qinghuan is concentrating on applying salt to him. Suddenly, Yuhan pulls his finger out of her hand. His face is a little strange.

She frowned and said, "what's the matter? Does it hurt? "

He walked out of the kitchen quickly without speaking. He couldn't control himself. He really didn't like it.

Song Qinghuan was a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He just sighed in his heart. He thought he was disgraced. Sure enough, a man with a dark stomach is an affectation.