Temperature (2)

Hearing the noise at the door, Lan Xiu subconsciously turned his gaze away.

Leng Xinran's beautiful face came into view—

She was holding a bowl of slightly steaming hangover soup on the tray in her hand. The faint smell of the soup could be smelled in the air.

"You're still thinking about this?"

Lan Xiu knew that the bowl was hangover soup.

Leng Xinran walked over and placed the tray on the low table beside the sofa. She said, "I asked the servant to cook it. It's quite late, I let her rest so I brought it up for you. Have some, you don't look too good."

"Sit."

Lan Xiu also walked over the sofa and sat down. He pointed to the seat beside him.

Leng Xinran did not stand on ceremony. She sat down and handed him the hangover soup.

Lan Xiu took it slowly and drank it in a few mouthfuls. Leng Xinran poured him another glass of water.