Sheng Yang watched him intently.
Yi Juncheng's Adam's apple moved slightly. "Open your mouth."
"…" She was not used to this. It made her feel like a cripple. She could have drunk it herself.
"Or do you want me to feed you in another way?" He chuckled, but his eyes were serious.
Sheng Yang opened her mouth.
The water was not plain water but warm honey water. It was sweet and fresh.
It slid into her stomach and felt quite comfortable. It was a top-quality hangover cure.
Sheng Yang drank a few mouthfuls, and Yi Juncheng used a tissue to wipe her mouth.
A white tissue brushed past her pink lips, and they trembled slightly like delicate roses.
He suddenly recalled the time when she took the initiative but he did not manage to deepen the kiss. He avoided her gaze. Now that she was still feeling uncomfortable, he would be taking advantage of her if he did anything.
