The tea-making table was quite high; it was impossible to make tea while sitting, so Li Chengyun was standing at the moment.
Yu Jingrong stared at Li Chengyun in utter surprise. Wasn't his leg supposed to be injured? How could he suddenly stand up from the bed?
Her heart was pounding fiercely. She rubbed her chest again, afraid that she had seen incorrectly. After rubbing several times, there was no mistake—Li Chengyun had indeed stood up.
Li Chengyun thought to himself, hadn't he already explained everything last night? Why was she still so surprised? He smiled tenderly and beckoned her with his finger, "Why are you just sitting there in a daze? Come over and drink some tea, your favorite Rose Tea!"
Her gaze didn't blink as she woodenly moved her feet and slowly walked towards him, her eyes fixed on his face, as if trying to see through his skin.
"Here!" Li Chengyun held up a cup of tea and handed it to her.
