Lu Fengxuan turned around, silently giving him a blank look.
Yu Chiyin slowly withdrew his hand, muttering under his breath, "I thought you were thirsty."
Bowing his head slightly, his thin lips lightly pursed, from her angle it was the spitting image of a wronged side profile, like an oversized version of "Xiaoyi."
Along with the unconsciously aggrieved tone he just had...
The bastard, he's really counting on her to go soft for this act, isn't he?!
Lu Fengxuan's chest rose and fell slightly, and after wrestling with herself for a few seconds, she stretch out her hand in irritation, "…Give it to me."
"Hm?" Yu Chiyin hesitated, then realized what she meant and quickly handed the water over again, "Want me to feed you?"
Lu Fengxuan snatched the water bottle, replying with two words, "No need!"
"…Oh." The man watched her drink and sat obediently to one side, not daring to annoy her further.
