Zhang Zhitao retracted his hand, his face was red, he lowered his head embarrassedly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all hot anyway, it's useless to throw away the cup and kettle." ”

"Huh?" Mu Ziyang was stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Zhitao to say this, he was very surprised.

Zhang Zhitao flattened his mouth and explained in a low voice: "Maybe if you lose the cup and kettle, you will burn your feet, and if the broken pot gall cuts someone, it will be even more worth the loss." ”

"You've got a very special mind." If it were another woman, I am afraid that I would have thrown the cup and thrown the kettle and cried silently.

But Zhang Zhitao didn't, her actions and ideas were so unexpected.

She's really special, and she's different from the average woman.

As a result, the throbbing and ripples in Mu Ziyang's heart rose deeper.

"Little Peach, come on, cold water is coming." At this moment, Wang walked in briskly with half a basin of cold water.

Wang Yi put the basin on the table and hurriedly beckoned to Zhang Zhitao: "Little Tao, come here, put your hands in and ice for a while, it will be more comfortable." ”

Seeing that Zhang Zhitao did not move, Wang Yi was in a hurry, so he came over directly and pushed Zhang Zhitao in front of the water basin, and then carefully pulled Zhang Zhitao's hand and put it into the water.

The wet wipes were originally mint and cool, but at this time, with ice water, it was extremely cool, and the back of the hand did not have the slightest pain when it was burned just now.

"Xiexie, your Uncle Wang, I'm causing you trouble." Zhang Zhitao was quite embarrassed, he was supposed to help, but he didn't know how to help, and he made such an ugly appearance in front of Mu Ziyang, it was really embarrassing to be thrown home.

"Xiao Tao, you're going to see the outside, let me do these jobs in the future." Wang Yi brought gauze and ointment, and when Zhang Zhitao's hands were almost cold, he held them up and wiped the water dry.

Then his slightly old-looking hands gently applied the ointment to the back of Zhang Zhitao's hand, and wrapped her entire hand with gauze layer by layer.

From beginning to end, Wang Yi's movements were serious and gentle, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes from time to time, and he gently reminded: "In the past few days, I will touch less water, use this hand less, and leave the account to me." ”

"Uncle Wang, I'm fine, my right hand is still okay." Zhang Zhitao suddenly felt that Wang Yi's concern for her was a little too weird, and tried to withdraw his hand, but Wang Yi pulled it very tightly and couldn't pull it out at all.