Giants hunting: The gold master holds the little cute wife alone

Su Wenqian stared at the fire in the fireplace.

A little hot.

Hearing that there was no movement around, she gently unbuttoned her coat.

Then continue to stare at the jumping fire.

She thought about what Stella had said to her an hour earlier.

"I've never taught anyone to act like that, and I don't know how to do it."

"It's okay, you can teach as you like, I will study hard!"

"...Okay, you said it yourself. Then you look at the fireplace on your right, go and see the flames inside, and tell you what you feel."

After Stella left the room, Su Wenqian sat down obediently.

Flames, what can you feel?

Su Wenqian thought, it must be hot.

The door of the room was opened, Su Wenqian looked back and saw Stella walking in, she was condescending, looking at Su Wenqian who was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with an innocent face.

"Okay, now tell me how you feel."

Su Wenqian suddenly became nervous, just like the feeling when she was caught off guard by the teacher to answer a difficult question when she was studying.

Under Stella's indifferent eyes, Su Wenqian subconsciously pinched her hanging hair, and tentatively replied: "Hot?"

Su Wenqian's forehead was covered with sweat, it was really hot.

Stella closed and opened her eyes.

"Any other feelings?"

Su Wenqian racked his brains.

"Orange red, temperature, shapeless, smoke."

Stella nodded.

"It's a touch, but it's far from the passing line. What you need to do is turn yourself into a ball of fire, and then tell me what the fire is. Do you need me to give you more time, or do you just give up?"

Su Wenqian replied immediately.

"Please give me some more time!"

Maybe she wasn't smart enough or a genius, but she didn't want to pass up this opportunity.

Stella left the room again, leaving all the space to Su Wenqian.

In the fireplace, the firewood was crackling, Su Wenqian simply took off his coat, untied the red scarf he was wearing and threw it aside, wearing only a light gray long dress, and sat on the carpet , staring intently at the fire in the fireplace again.

Orange flames flickered leisurely in the red-hot wood.

After taking off his coat, the temperature of his body dropped sharply, it was no longer hot, but warm.

Su Wenqian's pupils were burning with flames.

There is a word called moths to the flame.

Those moths knew that death was ahead, but they were obsessed with the bright flames and rushed towards the flames regardless of themselves.

Su Wenqian seemed to be bewitched, and stretched out his hand towards the flame.

"hiss--"

Pain came from the fingertips.

Only then did Su Wenqian come back to her senses, and she licked her injured fingertip.

This is fire, even if you get close, you can't get too close.

Otherwise, you can only hurt yourself.

Ruthless and covered in thorns of fire.

Su Wenqian felt that she seemed to have found the answer, and when she was about to get up to look for Stella, she stopped.

Is this the correct answer?

Su Wenqian wasn't sure, so she decided to observe just to be on the safe side.

Outside the room, the butler brought the royal black tea to Mrs. Stella who was standing on the edge of the corridor watching the filming crew below, and handed the black tea to Mrs. Stella with both hands.

"A child who doesn't seem spiritual, Wade has caused me trouble. When can we send them away?" Mrs. Stella seemed to be complaining, but her tone was still very cold.

The butler bent down and replied, "According to what they said, it may last for a week. The room on the third floor may be quieter. Do you need to clean it?"