Qin Yafu turned around and went into the kitchen. She made a cup of honey tea and warm water herself. She carefully fed him a cup of warm water and watched him drink it in a big gulp. He estimated that he had drunk a lot of wine in the evening, not even a cup of water.

"Drink slowly." She patted him on the back, such a man, this side, he never easily revealed in front of outsiders, right?

Even she was the first time to see him like this, because he felt distressed in this way, his glory on the surface, but more suffering behind.

Leng Muchen frowned and...