After finally making it, he tried it and the ginger soup was so spicy that it was so hot that it was breathing fire. He realized that there was too much ginger added.
He had no choice but to pour it out and do it again.
The second time he was ready, he took another sip. Although it wasn't that spicy this time, it was so sweet that he knew he had put too much sugar again.
He had to make it again, and the taste became normal when the third time was done.
He brought ginger to Wang Aoshuang's room.
At this time, she was sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing her hands. Although she had already taken a hot shower just now, she had been blown by the cold wind for too long tonight, and her hands and feet were still very cold.
"Come on, this is brown sugar ginger soup, let's drink it soon." Ling Ang put the soup on her lips.
When she reached out to take it, Ling Ang found that the skin on her hand had been scratched, "Why don't you say it if your hand is scratched?"
She deliberately pulled her sleeve over her wound, "It's just a little bit."
"Do you finish the soup quickly and I'll help you get the wound."
Ling Ang quickly turned around and walked out, and came in with gauze potion for a while.
He gently grabbed her hand and found that her hand was very cold, and his eyebrows frowned, "Your hand is so cold."
"I'm getting used to it when winter comes, my hands and feet are cold and I'm used to it."
He looked at her without saying a word, carefully tidying her wounds.
"It will hurt a little when applied to the wound, so you can bear it." His voice was very gentle, as soft as a cool breeze that penetrated the afternoon and the night.
He lowered his head, his long eyebrows flew slanted, his beautiful lips shining with golden luster, and his bright eyes reflected the lights like falling stars, and there was a kind of indescribable and unspeakable Xiongjun.
He seemed to be able to spread a confusing spell. Every time he looked at him up close, she would fall into a trance and completely forget herself.
"If you look at me like this, I can't help you clean up the wound." He didn't look up and still carefully helped her apply the potion.
She came to her senses and felt embarrassed to turn her head away, and a blush appeared on her face.
He applied medicine to her, tied gauze for her, and told her softly, "Don't touch the water."
She nodded.
He packed up his gauze and stood up, "Don't sleep for now."
She looked at him for some reason.
After a while, Ling Ang walked in with a basin of water and put it in front of her.
"Why are your hands and feet cold? You must be very cold when you fall asleep. Soak your feet first and then sleep well. This way you will sleep better. I don't usually soak my feet, so there is no foot bathing device at home, so you can just do it."
He squatted down and reached out to put her feet into the water.
Her face changed and she hurriedly stopped her, "Don't...I'll do it myself."
He raised his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes waving with indespair, "Your hand is injured, I'll help you."
As he said that, he gently took off her shoes and put her feet in hot water, with a very gentle force.
"Putting essential oils in the water that can promote blood circulation can help drive away the chills."
He said as he picked up her feet and gently pressed a certain position under his feet. "Massage the acupoints on the soles of his feet can help soothe the body and mind and promote sleep."
Seeing him carefully massage the soles of her feet, she felt a stream of water vapor slowly rising in her eyes.
He is a man who is in charge of the situation in the shopping mall, and he is willing to bow his knees to do such meticulous and gentle things for a woman.
She remembered that when she was still very young, her mother treated her kindly.
If it were another man, he would definitely think that this was a detriment to manliness, but he didn't care at all.