When they were halfway up the mountain, Song Jinze stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at the woman behind him, "Can you keep up?"
As he spoke, he took out a black matte thermos from his backpack, opened the lid, and handed it to her, "Have some water first."
After Ye Zhenzhen took the thermos, the man magically produced a handkerchief, raised his hand, and began to wipe off the thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
The man's series of actions left Ye Zhenzhen even more perplexed.
After she finished drinking the water, she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Song, you're so good at taking care of people, have you brought other wom... other people here before?"
"Cough, cough—" Halfway through her question, Ye Zhenzhen interrupted herself with a series of coughs.
She hadn't intended to be so blunt, but just now her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, and she blurted out the words "women" without thinking.
