As the soup entered his mouth, Xia Qing felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
It wasn't from getting burned, but from the silky texture on his palate, like a fair hand, stirring the heart.
The clear soup wasn't "clear"; besides the umami, there was smoothness and tenderness!
"The texture of the soup, has changed!"
Xia Qing murmured.
Zhu Qing was the second to taste it. Unlike the old man, she was afraid of the heat and carefully blew on the spoon to cool the soup before drinking it with a slight hesitation.
Mm!
An indescribable comfort exploded in her mouth and spread throughout her body.
Suddenly she arrived in a softly lit quiet room.
Lying on the bed, Zhu Qing was in a daze, in a semi-awake state, hearing a voice: "How do you feel, guest?"
As it spoke, the hands on her back, like they were wrapped in hot essential oil, kneaded and massaged bare creamy skin.
She exhaled a hot breath.
Zhu Qing murmured with blushing cheeks, "So, so comfortable!"
