"Let me take a look."
Wang Dahai grabbed her hand and saw several small red dots on the back of her hand, splashed by hot oil.
She pursed her lips tightly, and although her elegant nose twitched, the mistiness in her eyes clearly indicated that she wanted to cry but was holding it back.
Probably for fear of being laughed at by him.
"Pfft." Wang Dahai suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed.
Wu Qiangwei, who was on the verge of tears, could no longer contain herself after his laugh.
Tears dropped one after another, falling freely.
"What are you laughing at!"
"Nothing, I didn't laugh."
"You're laughing!"
"I really didn't, I just choked."
Wang Dahai hurriedly changed the subject, "Come on, quickly run it under water."
"I won't!"
"If you don't, it'll scar."
All women cherish their beauty, and these words indeed had an effect.
She stopped resisting and let Wang Dahai hold her hand under the running water.