"Miss Long, here is some hangover soup. Madam asked me to bring it over, worried that the young master might feel uncomfortable after drinking too much."
"Okay." She took it, placed the bowl on the table, and softly called out to him, "Liang He... wake up."
He didn't move at all.
Long Tianjiao tested the temperature with her hand, found it was lukewarm, then picked up the soup spoon and scooped a spoonful. With her other hand, she pinched his mouth open and brought the spoon to his lips.
As if by instinct, he drank it.
Long Tianjiao found it somewhat amusing and couldn't help but giggle as she spoon-fed him the entire bowl of soup.
When the last spoonful was finished, Long Tianjiao placed the spoon in the bowl, suddenly feeling a bit playful.
She locked the door from inside, then lay down beside him. Being so close to him made her heart flutter.
She pulled out one of her own hairs and tickled his nose with it.
