Halfway through the journey, she began to wonder in her heart, it is indeed hot, but not as hot as that of a certain woman.
Could it be that some woman's skin is more delicate than hers?
Yan Funing scooped some water with a ladle and dipped her fingers in the cold water, only then did she feel better.
As soon as I took it out, it hurt so much again.
Fu Beimo came back with the dumplings. Seeing Yan Funing frowning, he quickly returned to the main room with the bowl.
As soon as he put down the bowl, he ran to the west wing.
"Brother, my sister-in-law is injured, go and see her. If you don't, she will cry."
Seeing that his brother didn't move, he kept banging on the windowsill.
Fu Ciyi then put down his pen, got up and went to the kitchen.
Fu Nanyao brought another bowl of dumplings, and when he saw his brother coming over, he muttered in a low voice, "She's so spoiled!"
Fu Ciyi had an indifferent expression and walked a few steps towards Yan Funing.
"Where's the injury?"
Yan Funing pinched her fingers: "I'm not hurt."
Fu Ciyi frowned.
Fu Beimo quickly said, "Hand, it's hurt, brother, blow on it quickly."
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi glanced at his younger brother who was pointing and gesturing at the door.
The eyes are quite cold.
Fu Beimo shrank his neck and went back to the main room obediently.
The fingertips ached badly, and Yan Funing sighed that her body was not strong enough, so she had to immerse her fingers in cold water again.
Fu Ciyi: "Let me take a look."
Yan Funing: "Don't worry, I'll be fine after soaking for a while."
She refused to show it to him, but Fu Ciyi insisted on seeing it, so he pinched her index finger with two fingers without saying anything.
What caught my eye was a red mark across the fingertip, which was slightly swollen.
Yan Funing instinctively wanted to retract her hand, but he held it tightly instead.
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