Lo Pingsha walked in with the freshly brewed ginger soup and happened to see Yu Niaoniao and Xiao Juan snuggling intimately.
He immediately stopped. For a moment, he could neither advance nor retreat.
Xiao Juan looked up at him, and the gentleness in his eyes faded. In an instant, he returned to his usual unsmiling appearance.
"What is it?"
Lo Pingsha said dryly, "You've just soaked in the river for a long time. You should drink a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the cold."
Yu Niaoniao stood up and walked over, taking the tray from him.
"Thank you very much."
Lo Pingsha turned to leave, but Xiao Juan stopped him.
"Wait a minute. I have something to ask you."
He obediently stood where he was.
Seeing that he was a little pitiful, Yu Niaoniao said to him, "Don't just stand there. Sit and talk."
Lo Pingsha obediently found a seat and sat down.
