Luo Qiangwei paused in the act of drinking her milk and looked toward the bag, "What's this?"
"Medicine," said Mo Shiche, his tall figure standing in front of the table, indifferently.
Luo Qiangwei's hand, clutching the glass, suddenly tightened. She was stunned for half a second but soon let out a laugh, "Tsk tsk, President Mo has become this considerate.
He spoke in a calm voice, "It's only for you."
That sentence could actually mean a lot of things, but under these circumstances, Luo Qiangwei would naturally interpret it to mean—other women are not provided for.
What, because she's the most persistent?
A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips as she said lightly, "Okay, leave it there, I'll take it."
"Take it now," Mo Shiche stood still, his slender hands taking out the white bottle from the bag and unscrewing the cap in front of her, "Take one now, I'll watch you take it."
