C45

"There was an accident, the chicken soup spilled." Pei Qingcheng stood in front of Ye Juan's bed and said.

"No problem, it's good that you're here." Ye Juan's gaze carefully slid across her hand, then he reached out his hand to her: "See if it's hot or not."

"I'm fine, I was far away when the chicken soup spilled." As Pei Qingcheng spoke