Daniel Cooper looked up at her. "I thought it was you who personally made the soup for me."
She chuckled at what seemed like a funny thought, "You want to drink my soup? Aren't you afraid it will ruin you?"
Daniel Cooper, "..."
Today, she wasn't in her professional attire. After taking off her thick wool coat, she revealed a white round-neck sweater and a faded pair of jeans underneath, with flat snow boots on her feet. Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her delicate and lovely features were makeup-free, making her look like a college student with acne.
His gaze fell gently on her face, his smile warm and his voice so tender it nearly dripped with water, "Did you give me a blood transfusion?"
Amelia glanced at him indifferently, her tone neither salty nor light, "Mr. Cooper doesn't need to look at me with such gratitude. I would have done the same for anyone else; it's self-produced, so it's not worth much."
Daniel Cooper, "..."
