The room had a brazier lit, and inevitably, a few tiny sparks of charcoal were scattered on the floor, burning hot. If one stepped on them by accident, it would be surprising if they didn't scorch the skin.
Meng Yuhuai saw Hua Xiaomai getting out of bed barefoot again, and before he could speak, he had already gently and skillfully lifted her into a chair, his eyebrows knitting together, "How many times have I told you not to walk around on the floor barefoot? Why won't you listen?"
Hua Xiaomai was too busy to chat with him and waved her hands dismissively, "I didn't get burned. You worry too much. I'm asking you something!"