"What is this?"
"It's pear soup made by the chef; it can reduce inflammation and cool you down." Si Yuhuan helped her sit, then shoved the pear soup into her hands. "Drink it yourself."
TSK!
She never expected him to feed her anyway. But Si Yuhuan like this already made her look at him in a new light. The emotions secretly sprouting in her heart were once again suppressed.
The refreshing pear soup slid down her throat, indeed relieving the discomfort in Jian Xi's throat.
She looked up at Si Yuhuan, who was standing opposite her. He was still in a handmade suit that hugged his perfectly streamlined muscles; he was always like this, impeccable and aloof, no matter the setting.
After thrusting the bowl back at him, Jian Xi lay down on the bed, feeling her strength gradually returning.
There must be something in the pear soup. Jian Xi found it had a distinct taste, different from what she usually made herself—it really quenched her thirst!
