She turned around only to bump into a sturdy chest.
The hot milk she just held in her hand spilled out.
Xiao Moli acted quickly, trying to block it with his hand.
All the milk splashed onto his arm and hand.
An Ziqi was startled and anxiously lifted his hand to the kitchen; turned on the cold water faucet and rinsed it off.
After a few minutes of rinsing, she checked his hand.
It was still quite red.
She anxiously led him to the living room, sat him down on the couch, and got some ointment to apply on his hand.
While applying it, she lightly blew onto the wound with her mouth.
"Does it still hurt?"
Her eyes were filled with undisguised concern.
Xiao Moli watched her busily tending to him when, in just a short while, tiny beads of sweat began to trickle from her little nose.
Her soft fingertips gently massaged his hand.
The warm air exhaled from her mouth, carrying her warmth and soft breath, hit his hand like an electric current.