Such a gentle and beautiful person, she was simply irresistible; Lin Yifan couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
Xiaofang knew Lin Yifan was stealing glances at her, but she didn't stop him—instead, she felt a certain joy in her heart.
Being admired by someone of the opposite sex was a source of pride for her.
So there they were, one sweetly administering the medicine, the other admiringly taking it, creating an exceptionally warm scene.
After administering the medicine, Xiaofang was about to take the medicine bowl and leave, but at that moment, Lin Yifan called out to her.
"Miss Xiaofang, don't go!"
Xiaofang's heart skipped a beat, unsure why Lin Yifan would want her to stay.
"Could it be he has taken a liking to me? No way, I'm not mentally prepared yet."
Xiaofang nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress; then turned around, shyly lowering her head to ask, "Young Master, why did you call me?"
