C117 Gas Head

At dinner time, Chentianxiang barely made it to the party. She was just about to be served some soup by a servant when her hands were heated by the soup.

Chentianxiang's face immediately changed. Putting down his chopsticks, he looked at the servant who was in trouble and asked Qinlulu, "Are you alright?"

Qinlulu wiped his hands in grievance, "It's fine, it's just that there's a bubble