"Drink the sobering tea and hurry up to shower and sleep."
Bo Jinchuan inched closer to her, his slightly tipsy expression revealing a hint of laziness and wickedness. He looked straight at her, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss, carrying a fatal attraction.
"Feed me."
His deep and husky voice made Shen Fanxing blush.
She brought the teacup to Bo Jinchuan's lips. Bo Jinchuan stared at her and a smile appeared on his face. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
"It's a little bitter."
This man…
"Bear with it. How can tea not taste bitter?"
"Endure?" Bo Jinchuan frowned. "I don't want to."
"…"
Shen Fanxing didn't reply. He seemed to be drunk.
Not long after, Bo Jinchuan said, "Alright, I'll listen to you. I'll endure it for a while longer. Go… and drink some warm milk."
"Do you want milk?"
Bo Jinchuan took the teacup from her hand and took two sips. Then, he slipped his warm hand into her dress.
