Super Student's Three-realms Army

Just like that, nearly an hour and a half passed.    

Zhang Xiaofann saw that a long time had passed, so he wanted to go to the kitchen to check on the progress of her lunch preparation.    

However, before Zhang Xiaofann reached the kitchen door, he heard Luo Yurou's scream coming from the kitchen.    

"Ya!    

Hearing that, Zhang Xiaofann quickly walked into the kitchen.    

What he saw was Luo Yurou crouching on the ground, blowing cold air into her small hands.    

Zhang Xiaofann looked over and saw that the back of Luo Yurou's right hand, which should have been white as jade, had now turned red.    

At a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, blisters were popping out of the ground one after another. It was a shocking sight to behold.    

Not far away from Luo Yurou, there was a claypot.    

At this moment, the claypot had completely boiled over, and the broth inside spilled out, giving off a thick white steam.    

"I say, are you okay?"    

After saying that, Zhang Xiaofann slowly crouched down and began to carefully examine Luo Yurou's injuries.    

He saw that Luo Yurou's right hand was already starting to have large scale burns at the back of it.    

The scarlet red on his skin seemed to be spreading further in all directions.    

"Hiss..."    

"Good …" "It hurts …"    

As Luo Yurou spoke, she couldn't help but tear up.    

When she had opened the claypot, she had accidentally been scalded by the handle of the claypot, causing the scalding broth in the claypot to sprinkle onto her hand. It was so painful that she felt a burning pain on the back of her right hand.    

This was the first time in her life that she had felt such pain …    

"Zhang Xiaofann, do you think I should go to the hospital now?"    

"I feel that the back of my right hand hurts. Perhaps in the future, there will be a scar left behind …"    

At this moment, Luo Yurou's face was pale. It was not hard to see how much pain she was currently in.    

Looking at Luo Yurou's pitiful appearance, Zhang Xiaofann couldn't tell what he was feeling.    

However, he didn't say anything, bent down and dragged Luo Yurou out of the kitchen.    

"Give me your hand first."    

Zhang Xiaofann's voice was filled with a rare gentleness, just like the spring breeze of March. This made Luo Yurou slightly startled.    

To be honest, in all the years he and Zhang Xiaofann had known each other, he had never used this tone of voice to talk to him.    

Although it was hard to understand, Luo Yurou still handed the burnt hand to Zhang Xiaofann at the first moment.    

"Xiaofann, do you think that would leave any scars?!"    

"If that's true, then... "Then should I wear gloves everyday …"    

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

At this moment, she was also afraid that her little hand would accidentally leave behind an indelible scar …