Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao was woken up.
The scent of ginger soup floated in the air, and Shang Yu touched her forehead, whispering, "Go back to sleep after finishing the ginger soup."
Li Qiao, feeling under the weather, drooped her eyelids, "What time is it?"
"Half-past ten." As Shang Yu's arm passed through her shoulders, just lifting the corner of the quilt, Li Qiao shivered.
Seeing this, the man's thin lips turned white as he covered her back up with the blanket and picked up the steaming ginger soup, blowing on it before taking a sip.
Shang Yu pinched Li Qiao's chin, leaning down to pass the ginger soup to her.
With her burning palms, Li Qiao grabbed the man's wrist and turned her head slightly, her hoarse voice saying, "It's contagious, I can drink it myself."
Shang Yu was silent, forcefully feeding her most of the bowl of ginger soup in this manner.
In the end, he sucked on Li Qiao's rosy lips, "Go to sleep."
Li Qiao blinked, her drowsiness completely gone.
