However, Mu Xiangwan was still in an awkward stage, not even adapting to her own inner changes yet. How could she make such an intimate display?
So instead, she rigidly held the glass up to Su Chaoyang's mouth--
Watching water drip down his chin, Mu Xiangwan tried to tilt the cup at a smaller angle, but she couldn't prevent the water from spilling into his collar.
Having fed him most of the water, she felt terribly embarrassed, retracted the cup, and wiped his chin with a tissue.
Seeing the water trail on his neck, she wanted to wipe it, but was too shy to do so. After some hesitation, she lowered her head and said, "Sorry... I got your clothes wet."
She had always been spoiled, when had she ever taken care of others? Su Chaoyang was actually the first person to have been personally tended to by Miss Mu, despite her subpar service. How could he complain?
"It's fine..." Su Chaoyang said softly, corner of his lips curling up in a smile, "Could you wipe it for me..."
