Dylan Collins shrugged, "Usually it takes days and nights to prepare for such an ancestral rite, and I have to continue processing work at night. Thanks to you, I've spared so many projects, why should I be tired?"
He seemed to have gotten used to it...
It was not easy to be the heir of a prominent family, Hallie thought.
"Alright, let's go inside to rest." Dylan led Hallie inside for a break.
As he walked, Dylan helped Hallie, who was wearing short heels. After they entered the door, he asked someone to bring her water. Watching Hallie gulp down a mouthful of water and seeing the droplets fall onto her chin, Dylan couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Do you even know how to drink water? Look at you, just like a child." Despite his mocking demeanor, he pulled out a blue handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her mouth.
"I'm not," she grabbed the handkerchief and said, "I'm dying of thirst. Who cares about appearance? Really." With that, she gulped down another mouthful of water.
