Wei Anning rolled her eyes in exasperation, "I'm going to get you some water, young master."
Getting drunk and coming back to pester her, she really wanted to beat him up to see if he would behave. The restraint around her waist was gone, and Wei Anning quickly got off his lap, poured a cup of warm boiled water, and handed it to him.
The man had a clear and languid beauty about his brows, lazily leaning on the wheelchair, presumably uncomfortable as his brows remained furrowed. When she offered the water, he didn't take it, just fixed those deep, oceanic eyes on her.
It made her heart panic, "Why are you staring at me? Drink the water."
"Feed me." In the enchanting play of light and shadow, the man exuded an intrinsic laziness that was bewitching to the bone, the dimly lit glow shattered in his pupils, embodying a tempting, devilish charm.
