"Mm, thank you." She murmured her thanks, cradling the cup, gently blowing on it, and sipping slowly.
"Aunt Zhou also said that covering this will make you feel better." The man lay down at the head of the bed and handed over a fuzzy hot water bottle.
Mu Wanqing looked at him, paused for a moment before accepting, "...Thank you."
Wen Zhan: "You don't need to be so formal with me."
"It's only right."
The man's expression was cold, and it was uncertain whether he was upset again.
Nevertheless, Mu Wanqing didn't have the energy to care whether he was happy or not at that moment, focusing instead on slowly drinking the brown sugar water.
After a good while, she finished the cup of brown sugar water, a slight sweat breaking out all over her body, and the discomfort in her abdomen and legs seemed to ease somewhat.
She reached out to turn off the light and also lay down gently.