C36 If You Want to Kill Me Don't Tell Me?

Wei Qing's pupils constricted. He suddenly wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and hugged him to himself.

He stretched his hand out too far, and the back of his hand touched the edge of the hot claypot. The man sucked in a breath of cold air from the intense burning sensation, but he didn't relax even though he held onto the boy's waist.

Yan Chuyang was still gasping for breath in his arms