Ye Anqi glanced at him, "Of course, if you're not interested, I can stop."
Ya Shitian sat up, his laugh cold, "Of course we'll continue. It's rare for you to be so sincere toward me, it would really be a pity if I didn't cherish that. Go now and make it, the sobering soup."
Ye Anqi smiled, "Alright."
She turned to leave, but Ya Shitian, left in the study, couldn't smile anymore.
No one could understand his mood.
He had completely run out of ideas about what to do with this woman.
...
Ye Anqi, wearing a mask, was making the sobering soup.
She would cough from time to time, so she had to wear a mask.
Ya Shitian took a bath, shaved his beard, and came downstairs looking refreshed.
He had just sat down in the living room when Ye Anqi came out with the sobering soup.
Still wearing the mask, she said, "It's ready, drink it while it's hot."
She placed the soup bowl in front of him.
Ya Shitian lazily looked up, "Feed me—"
"Okay," Ye Anqi replied readily.
