"Ah?" Haiyue didn't expect that he would suddenly notice what was in his hand. She was stunned for a moment, and reflexively hid the thermos behind her. She stammered for a long time before she said the complete words, "Just...
Just a cup of flower tea...I can't sleep a little, so..."
"Flower tea?" Sikong Jingqiu raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing what Haiyue said, "Leave the things to me!"
"Yes, yes." Haiyue put aside her eyes and did not dare to look directly at Sikong Jingqiu's eyes. Her hand behind her was even more retracted, "It's really just a cup of flowers, flower tea..."
Originally, Dr. Xia specially told her to stew it for Sikong Jingqiu to nourish her body, but-
Haiyue raised her eyes secretly, looked at Sikong Jingqiu timidly, and glanced at the woman beside him. Perhaps, he didn't need this soup to nourish the body.
"Submit it!" Sikong Jingqiu's eyebrows were standing upside down, and his face was as dark as ink.
"I..." Haiyue bit her lip and took a step back, but did not hand over the things.
"Song, Hai, Yue!" After waiting for a long time, she didn't see any movement. Sikong Jingqiu broke off Lin Youyi who was stuck to her body, and stepped forward in anger. He rudely snatched the thermos in Haiyue's hand and opened it.
As the lid was lifted up, the misty light smoke came out with a fragrance and rushed into the nose. Sikong Jingqiu stopped and asked blankly for a while, "What is this?"
Haiyue glanced at Lin Youyi beside Sikong Jingqiu, lowered her head and silently without answering.
He recognized this smell, and just before leaving the door, the soup in Song Haiyue's hand tasted this smell.
Could it be that... she didn't sleep so late, it was not because she was hungry, but because she kept waiting here for herself to come back?
He felt the slight heat coming from the thermos in his hand, Sikong Jingqiu's eyes flashed, and his tone unconsciously softened, "Is this...for me?"
"Yes... no..." Hai Yue was about to say, but received a sharp gaze shot from Lin Youyi standing beside Sikong Jingqiu, shook her head vigorously, "No, not... this...
I want to drink it myself..."
Sikong Jingqiu's face changed slightly, and his voice became cold, "You drank it yourself!"
Did she just say something that made him unhappy? Or... Haiyue trembled for a moment, looked at the thermos in Sikong Jingqiu's hand, and blurted out, "If... if you want to drink..."
"Oh, what's this thing!" Lin Youyi, who was neglected, interrupted in unwillingly, looked at the thermos in Sikong Jingqiu's hand, as if she smelled something unacceptable. She pinched her nose and sang it a few times, exaggeratingly
He exclaimed strangely: "You little maid, actually let Master Sikong drink such a mess?"
Lin Youyi said, glanced at Haiyue with disgust, and then stuck to Sikong Jingqiu like a water snake, "Young Master Sikong, you won't really want to drink the rest of this humble little maid, right?
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Although she is not a maid, Lin Youyi's words made Haiyue feel inexplicably inferior and ashamed. Although she is not a maid, in a sense, she is indeed a living person like Lin Youyi said.
People at low levels of society...
This perception made Haiyue take a small step involuntarily.
However, her little move made Sikong Jingqiu's face look even more ugly.