An Xiaowan's lips suddenly curved into a wide smile. "I was only worried about Mr. Huo."
"Tsk." Huo Shen did not look like he believed her. But he did not say anything more and flipped his body to hold her down as he placed himself above her.
She blinked at him. To prove herself, she pointed to the thermos flask on the floor, and softly said, "Last night, I wanted to bring this in for you."
Huo Shen followed her line of sight.
The hot water flask lay tilted on the floor as if abandoned.
Nobody opened it, and nobody drank the soup.
An Xiaowan was curious about the contents of the flask.
Was it medicine or soup?
Just when her mind flashed with curious questions about the flask, the large weight pressing down on her suddenly lightened. Huo Shen got off and stood by the bedside, his back facing her.
