Mingshu's feelings were extremely complex, half of her feeling embarrassed and the other half indignant.
"Knock knock—"
Si Chu tapped lightly on the table twice, bringing her thoughts back to the present.
She looked up to see him lifting his chin slightly, pointing to a white porcelain cup on the small table with an indifferent tone, "Drink it."
Mingshu frowned slightly, but ultimately couldn't resist her curiosity. She leaned forward, removed the lid, and was met with a pungent smell mixed with vapor that hit her nose, making her cough and focus her eyes on the contents.
It was ginger soup, still emitting scalding steam.
She glanced at Si Chu subconsciously, and he lifted his brows lightly, patiently explaining, "You soaked in cold water for too long last night, drinking this will prevent catching a chill."
Mingshu felt complicated for a moment, thinking to herself that he was quite considerate after all.
