Lu Li's thoughts were very simple. She felt that Xia Wanyuan and Xuan Sheng treated her very well, and she wanted to treat them well too. Since Xuan Sheng did not like porridge, she could help him buy something else.
Facing Lu Li's clear eyes, Xuan Sheng felt a little helpless. "I don't need you to buy it for me, and you don't have to pity me. I don't need it."
"I don't pity you." Lu Li subconsciously stirred her two index fingers in front of her. "I just think you'll feel uncomfortable if you drink too much."
"You don't have to care if I feel uncomfortable. Besides." Xuan Sheng was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly leaned close to Lu Li. The fragrance on his body enveloped Lu Li, and her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.
Xuan Sheng smiled, his beautiful eyes shining. "You care so much about me and like me?"
