The Three Realms of Super Students

On the outside, Zhang Xiaofan, he found a cigarette from his arms, but he didn't light it on his mouth.

In this way, almost one and a half hours have passed.

Zhang Xiaofan has been watching for a long time. He just wanted to go to the kitchen first to see how she was preparing for lunch.

However, when Zhang Xiaofan was not in front of the kitchen door, he only heard Luo Yurou's scream in the kitchen.

"Yeah--!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Xiaofan stepped into the kitchen.

Into the eye, I saw Luo Yurou crouching on the ground at this time, blowing air into her little hand continuously.

Zhang Xiaofan looked intently, only to see that the position on the back of Luo Yurou's right hand, which should have been fair and delicate, was now red.

Moreover, at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, there is a blister of blisters constantly appearing outward, which seems to be startling.

And not far from Luo Yurou, there was a casserole.

At this point, the casserole had completely boiled, and the soup inside poured out from it, emitting a thick white gas.

"I said, are you okay?"

Said, Zhang Xiaofan was slowly squatting down and began to carefully examine Luo Yurou's injury.

I saw that Luo Yurou had started to have large-scale burns at the back of his right hand.

Moreover, the crimson color on the skin clearly has a tendency to spread further around.

"hiss....."

"Okay ... it hurts ..."

While Luo Yurou was saying these words, the tears in his eyes couldn't help turning.

When she opened the casserole, she was accidentally burned by the position of the casserole handle. As a result, a lot of hot soup in the casserole was spilled on her hand, and she felt the pain of the back of her right hand.

It's the first time she's ever grown so painful ...

"Zhang Xiaofan, do you say I'm going to the hospital now?"

"I feel the back of my entire right hand is so painful, maybe a scar will be left in the future ..."

At this time, Luo Yurou's face was pale, so it is not difficult to see how much pain she had at this moment.

Seeing Luo Yurou's pitiful and pitiful appearance at this time, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't tell how he felt in his heart for a while.

However, he didn't say much. He bent over and pulled Luo Yurou crouching on the ground out of the kitchen.

"Give me your hand first."

Zhang Xiaofan's voice with a rare softness, just like the March spring breeze blowing on his face, which made Luo Yurou slightly surprised.

To tell the truth, in the years he and Zhang Xiaofan have known each other, he has never used this tone to talk to himself.

Although her heart was complicated and difficult to understand, Luo Yurou gave Zhang Xiaofan the scalded hand as soon as possible.

"Xiao Fan, do you think there will be any scars left ?!"

"If this is the case, then ... shall I wear gloves every day ..."

It is said that the hand is the second face of a woman, which is even more so for a beautiful girl like Luo Yurou.

At the moment, she is also afraid that her little hand will leave a scar that is difficult to remove because of this accident ...