Feng Huaijin placed her on the washbasin, decisively turned on the faucet, pulled Su Li's hand and started rinsing it, sighing with relief: "Luckily, it's not scalding hot water."
It was just mildly warm water.
Su Li could feel the cool water gliding gently over the back of her hand, which was light and comfortable, and not cold in the autumn.
He held her up to sit suspended on the sink, their eyes darting back and forth, yet it remained pitch black.
A wave of irritability rose in her heart, and she struggled to jump down from the sink. Feng Huaijin pinned her back onto the sink and sternly scolded, "Do you have ADHD? Can't you just sit still nicely?"
Su Li, pinned to the sink and unable to move, said with difficulty, "I... I'm not used to it."
She heard him coldly snort beside her, "You do realize you're heavy enough to break the sink?"
Su Li: "..."
Feng Huaijin was as usual, unchanged, as if everything were normal.
