Tang Suiyu shrank back into the damp quilt with a guilty conscience, leaving only her tear-filled eyes staring at him.
She could cover her mouth and nose with the wet quilt, then Ye Gushen wouldn't be able to scold her!
The fire on the second floor had already grown, the painting on the wall was about to fall.
Ye Gushen held her and rushed downstairs, a painting fell straight onto Ye Gushen's back.
He just groaned and continued to dash out with her regardless.
After rushing out the door, he finally slowed down.
"Put me down, let me see how your back is!" Tang Suiyu anxiously grabbed his pajamas with one hand.
Ye Gushen gently put her down, his back burning like it was on fire.
Tang Suiyu stared at the large burnt area on his pajamas sticking to his back, the tears she had been holding back now flowing down like a flood.
"I will take care of it, I promise I will take care of it!" She said, trembling with nervous hands.
But Ye Gushen held her small hand, "It doesn't hurt."
