Wei Anning walked into the master bedroom and immediately smelled the scent of red sugar ginger soup. She looked up and saw a white jade bone porcelain small bowl sitting on the round table, steam curling up from it. She limped over to it.
Thin slices of ginger floated atop the white jade bone porcelain small bowl. She picked it up and took a sip, finding the taste a little sweet and a little spicy. She finished it in one go, feeling warmth in her stomach, and that place on the upper left of her stomach warmed up as well.
Although this man could be domineering and unpleasant at times, his kindness always managed to warm her heart, making her fall for him deeper and uncontrollably.
In the bathroom, Leng Youchen stared at the pile of clothes in the washbasin with concern. He had never washed a woman's intimates before and didn't know where to start. After staring for a long time, he finally reached out, took them, and rinsed them under the tap.
