Wu Xingxing's face turned red, and Li Qing guessed what she meant by feeling unwell.
"Do you have any ginger at home? I'll go make you some ginger sugar water," Li Qing said as he stood up.
Despite having had two close encounters with Wu Xingxing, after the last village opera performance, she clearly began to avoid him.
Li Qing didn't know how to behave around her.
Especially when the two were alone in a room together.
The atmosphere became even more solemn.
He might as well find something to do.
"Yes, it should be in the kitchen," Wu Xingxing said with her pretty face blushing, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.
Li Qing's sudden thoughtfulness made her heart flutter chaotically, her face and ears turning red.
Her entire being felt as if she had drunk honey, sweetness spreading from her heart throughout her body.
Li Qing turned and went downstairs, found ginger and brown sugar in the kitchen, and prepared a bowl of ginger sugar soup for Wu Xingxing.
