C329 Burning the Fire

Xue Zhengqing lit the matchbox and held the dry firewood in his hand. He asked, "Can this ignite?"

Sure enough, the match was already in his hand, but there was no movement at all.

"I say, you are the Young Master's body, right? You don't even know how to start a fire." Qian Duojing took the matchbox from him and blew on his hand. She gently rubbed his skin that was burnt by the match