Lifting the clothes a little up from the skin, Wendy began to fan her wound with her palms. Then she rushed to get a cup of cold water, pouring it down on her clothes to cool her skin down.
But it's a dress. So she could not just turned it over to check her skin.
Seeing Wendy's painful face, that woman curled her lips into a smile. Then she pretended sorry and said, "Oh my god, young girl, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pour the coffee on you."
Wendy looked up.
She would say "That's all right", if this woman was really innocent.
But...
"We haven't even touched. So why did you pour your coffee on me?"
"What do you mean? We just met. Are you implying that I did that on purpose? "
"Aren't you?"
Their quarrel quickly attracted quite a lot of onlookers.
Seeing this, the woman pulled W
