"Sheng...Sheng Jianan, stop messing around."
Tang Yanqi pressed her hands against Sheng Jianan's chest, lowered her head, and took a deep breath. Sheng Jianan curled his lips, wrapped an arm around Tang Yanqi's waist, picked her up, and placed her on the bed, then set her pajamas beside her: "Rest for a while, and come down to eat."
Sheng Jianan might have been messing around, but he knew his limits. He hadn't intended to do that just now; her slightly trembling appearance made his heart itch, and impulsively, he kissed her.
Tang Yanqi's skin was delicate and elastic like jelly. Sheng Jianan's eyes flashed with a smile, but then he remembered the scar on her body and subconsciously frowned. A scar that deep must have been really painful when she got injured, right?
Frowning, Sheng Jianan went downstairs, relaxing a little only after seeing Mrs. Zhang, and asked, "Is the fish head soup ready?"
"Yes, young master. As you instructed, I added some gastrodia to the soup."
