Disfigured

A large pot of water was like a waterfall, crashing down on Feng Yihan's face.

"Ah!"

In an instant, Feng Yihan screamed in horror in the living room.

Although the water wasn't cold, it wasn't very hot either. It was warm enough that it didn't burn one's hands.

But Feng Yihan had been slapped by Mo An, and the left side of her face was still burning with pain.

Therefore, when the left side of her face took the brunt of the splashing warm water, it hurt so much that she thought she had been scalded and disfigured.

"Ah... So hot! It's so hot, I'm disfigured! Ah-"

Feng Yihan grabbed Mo An's hands and immediately cupped her face, but she didn't dare to touch her burning skin.

".."

Feng Yihan's scream was too terrifying and horrifying. Mo An was so frightened that he immediately jumped off her when he saw her.

"Sister Yangyang, did you pour hot water on her?"

Mo An stood in front of the sofa and touched the water on his face. It was cold, not hot.