In the middle of the night, their fervor had been a little too much, constantly switching between hot and cold, which led to Song Qinghuan, who had just gotten over a cold, coughing a bit when she woke up in the morning.
Fortunately, Auntie He had some chores to do today, so she took the day off.
Song Qinghuan didn't want to take medicine, so she went to the kitchen and brewed some brown sugar ginger tea, as well as preparing breakfast, of course.
Turning around, she saw Shi Yuhuan lounging against the kitchen doorframe in a loose bathrobe, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, exuding a delightfully lazy and relaxed ambiance.
"Why are you drinking coffee so early in the morning? I've prepared breakfast." She walked up to Shi Yuhuan, reached out her hand and said: "You shouldn't drink coffee in the morning, it's not good for your health."
