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Feeling a little awkward, Huo Mian stood up to leave.

"Mian," he called.

Perhaps it was because she was too nervous that, as she turned around, her hand shivered and the cup of boiling hot water she had been holding hurtled to the ground.

It was currently the beginning of summer and Huo Mian was wearing a very thin pair of shoes. If the boiling water landed on them, it would probably scald her feet.

"Ah…" Not having time to react, she could only watch as the cup fell.

Just then, a pair of broad hands reached out and caught the cup squarely between them.

However, due to the downward momentum, a fair amount of hot water still spilled out. Large red splotches immediately flared up on the back of Qin Chu's left hand, extending down to the base of his thumb.

"Here's your cup." Qin Chu straightened up, his expression unchanging, as he handed the cup over to her.

"How's your hand?" Huo Mian asked nervously.

"It's fine."