"It doesn't hurt."
The man shook his head gently and instinctively wanted to hide his hand in his sleeve, but was stopped by Yun Ran, "Don't move."
She quickly pulled out a bottle of ointment from her sleeve and carefully applied it to the spot where he had been scalded by hot water.
Nangong Mo immediately felt a cool sensation spreading over his hand, dispelling the burning pain.
Yun Ran finished applying the ointment and then poured a cup of warm water, handing it to his other hand.
The man's eyelashes drooped slightly, his expression somewhat desolate, and he murmured:
"Lin Wanyue, am I useless?"
Yun Ran was taken aback, looking at him like an abandoned puppy, pitiful and gloomy, and felt a wave of tenderness in her heart.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who dares to say you're useless? I'll beat them to death!"
"I can't even pour water properly..."
"That's the water's fault, not yours! Besides, don't you have me? If you want water next time, just tell me."
