Xia Ling warned herself in her heart not to be corrupted by a trojan horse.
However, that trojan horse did not notice anything. After he brewed the tea, he leaned over, held her in his arms, and carefully fed her the tea. "How's the taste?" His voice was very gentle. "I added some mint, chamomile, and honey. You hurt your lungs in the past few days, so you need more moisture."
Xia Ling's entire body was soft…
Forget it, so what if he were a trojan horse? She should enjoy it while it lasted. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying. In her heart, she recited the verses of a poem. Two hands that were stained with syrup touched Big Boss.
He did not mind her at all and even fed her a little homemade mint chamomile tea. After that, he slowly used a wet cloth to clean her dirty hands. "I told you not to open the honey jar," he said as he wiped her hands. "It's so slimy and uncomfortable."