Maimai snapped back at him, "How is it my business if YOU choose to drink so much? Why should my conscience bother me?"
"Get me a glass of water, I'm thirsty."
Maimai gave a casual response, got up and went to the kitchen, personally poured a glass of warm water, returned, and handed it to Sheng Sheng, then quietly sat by the bed and watched as he elegantly took a few big gulps.
Watching Sheng Sheng drink was utterly charming.
Maimai was starstruck in her heart, a smile she couldn't suppress forming at the corner of her lips.
"Looking at me like that, do you think I'm getting more handsome?" Sheng Sheng had this habit, whenever Maimai looked at him dazedly, he couldn't help but tease her, naturally earning an eye-roll in return.
He knew she was infatuated with him, even if she wouldn't admit it.
Sheng Sheng leaned halfway on an embroidered pillow, a slight smile playing at his lips, quietly watching her, feeling an indescribable sense of peace.
