Yvette pinched her ears. When she saw Lance, she was slightly stunned. "You're awake?"
Just now, there was a bit of foam spilling out from the pot. Yvette used her hand to press the handle and was accidentally burned by it.
Seeing Yvette's red fingertips, Lance turned off the fire and carried her to the sink to wash.
Then, he carried her to the sofa and found a scald ointment for her.
"I'm fine." Yvette waved her hand. "Just give me some ice."
Lance took the ice and gently rubbed it on her fingertips. It was comfortable.
"Little fool, it's so late. Why are you making soup?"
Yvette said, "I hope you can eat it when you wake up."
Lance paused and raised his elegant eyebrows slightly, staring at the woman in front of him.
Clean, pure, without any schemes.
When she was sad, she was really heartless, but when she loved someone, she would do her utmost.