"Uncle, you forgot to take your medicine." She said, walking towards Lu Ming.
"..."
As she approached Jing Yiren, she accidentally kicked the leg of the table. She almost tripped, but luckily, she caught herself on the edge of the table. Only stumbling slightly, she was unscathed,
but she had spilled more than half the cup of coffee, it fell onto Lu Ming's lap.
"..." Instantly, Lu Ming was in a terrible state.
"I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Uncle..."
Jing Yiren frantically checked Lu Ming's face, hastily put down the cup, she had not expected such an accident to happen.
Without thinking, she reached out to quickly wipe his lap.
"Uncle! It wasn't intentional..."
Jing Yiren's small hands were brushing back and forth on the fabric beneath Lu Ming's belt, but no matter how she brushed, she couldn't get it dry. It felt damp and somewhat sticky.
