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Walking in, Luo Xiaoqian glanced at his face and smiled as she offered the cup of hot honey water she was holding to him.
"Here, drink it while it's hot, it can make your stomach feel better. I know you don't like sweets, so I didn't put much honey in it, might be a bit spicy."
He took the cup and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip.
The water was warm but not hot, and with just one sip, it seemed to warm his heart. The ginger taste was not too strong, and the sweetness was light enough not to make him feel sick.
Looking up, Leng Zimo drank all the water in the cup in one go.
His stomach felt warm and cozy, and the tension from his anger seemed to relax significantly.
"Do you feel better now?"
"Much better." Standing up, he placed the cup on the table and raised his hand to pat her little head, "Go to sleep."
