Zhuang Liu could hear that Tan Rou's throat was uncomfortable. He had also expected this situation, so he got up early in the morning and cooked some pear soup for Tan Rou to moisten her throat.
"Xiao Rou, I've cooked some pear soup with rock sugar for you. Go wash your face and brush your teeth, then drink some soup to moisten your throat." The excellent fiancé Zhuang Liu said considerately.
Tan Rou finally poked her head out of the blanket. She looked at Zhuang Liu with a bitter expression. "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, my voice wouldn't have gone hoarse."
Zhuang Liu felt wronged. Last night, Tan Rou insisted on doing something interesting with him. How could she blame him? Moreover, he had also told Tan Rou not to shout. Tan Rou was unwilling and insisted on shouting. In the end, her voice went hoarse from shouting. No matter what, he couldn't be blamed, right?
