"I'll go sleep in the guest room tonight,"
Lu Fengxuan stared at the bottle of medicine in his hand, her body trembling nervously, "I don't need this medicine, Brother Ayin, you put it away. It's too late; I'm really tired."
"When you were watching the live broadcast just now, you seemed quite energetic," Yu Chiyin paused, then reached out to pat her, "Lie down and stop making a fuss."
Lu Fengxuan wrinkled her nose and sniffed around in the air, "What's that smell?"
"..."
"It's so sour, Brother Ayin, do you smell it?" Lu Fengxuan said while moving closer to his chest, "You're all covered in sourness; the smell is so strong."
She looked up at him, her gaze teasing and half-smiling.
Yu Chiyin, having been called out like this, had his handsome face tinged with a slight discomfort. Driven by a man's pride, he did not want to admit in front of her that he was jealous.
Seeing that she kept staring at him, he deliberately frowned, "Lie down, I'll apply the medicine."
