Some people say that if you really fall in love with someone, just look at it from afar, and you will be satisfied.

Just like Mu Ziyang at this time, just looking at Zhang Zhitao's figure, he could smile with his eyebrows, so clear, but very satisfied.

"Xiao Tao, be careful, don't burn your hands, I'll come." Uncle Wang reminded Zhang Zhitao, and reached out to take the teacup and kettle in Zhang Zhitao's hand.

"It's fine." Zhang Zhitao shook his head and handed Uncle Wang a smile.

But I didn't know that when I looked up, the hand holding the cup shook slightly, and it deviated, and almost a large mouthful of water in the kettle was poured on the back of my left hand.

"Ah......" Zhang Zhitao exclaimed, but he still endured the pain of boiling water burning his skin, put down the teacup and kettle, and then rubbed his hands in pain.

"Look at you, why are you so careless, I said I was coming." Uncle Wang was also frightened, and immediately blamed him in distress, and came forward to see that the back of Zhang Zhitao's hand was red, and hurriedly pulled away Zhang Zhitao's right hand that rubbed the back of his hand, and said, "Don't rub it, otherwise it will peel off, I'll go get some cold water, bear with it first." ”

Wang Yi hurriedly walked towards the door, and reminded Zhang Zhitao uneasily: "Don't rub it, it will hurt more if you peel off." ”

Zhang Zhitao was so burned that her tears were about to fall, and she kept blowing, and she couldn't help but rub the burned place with her hands.

Suddenly, a large, slender and well-proportioned knuckle reached out, pulled Zhang Zhitao's delicate little hand that was burned red down in front of her, blew softly, and then gently covered a wet towel on the back of her hand.

Mu Ziyang's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

At that moment, Zhang Zhitao, whose tears were rolling in his eyes, was stunned, as if he had forgotten the pain, and watched Mu Ziyang blow on his hand in a daze, and then watched him spread the wet wipes on the back of his hand.

The wet wipes are the ones she puts on the desk, the kind of mint is cool, and the permeable cooling sensation spreads throughout the entire back of the burned hand, which is extremely comfortable.

"Are you stupid, throw a cup and a kettle when you are hot, what are you doing with those." Mu Ziyang reproached lightly and said very casually.

He saw very clearly just now that if Zhang Zhitao threw away the water cup at the first time, it would not be so badly burned, but she took care of the kettle and the water glass.