In the room
Jian Qing was reading in bed, a warm light reflecting off her delicate face, creating a soft halo.
Upon hearing the door open, she looked up.
Quan Jingwu was holding a bowl and slowly entered.
The faint aroma of ginger diffused in the air; Jian Qing twitched her nose and a knowing smile crept onto her face.
"You went downstairs just to cook this?"
Quan Jingwu nodded and sat down by the bed.
"Drink some before going to sleep."
Jian Qing sat up and looked at the bowl of brown sugar ginger soup, her lips curled in amusement.
Her Xiaojing always knew how to make her feel cherished!
He took a spoonful and cautiously brought it close to her mouth.
"It's a bit hot, be careful."
Jian Qing took a sip, her eyes curving into crescents, looking extremely adorable.
With one feeding and the other drinking, the bowl of brown sugar ginger soup was quickly drained.
The discomfort of the stomach cramp was gradually relieved, and she sighed contentedly.
