As Mo Shangjun expected, there was indeed room temperature mineral water in the kitchen.
The production date was just last month.
Judging by Ya Tianxing's appearance, he probably hadn't been here in a long time. But given how clean the place was, someone must come regularly to tidy up and replace daily essentials.
"Here."
Back in the living room, Mo Shangjun twisted the bottle cap open and handed the mineral water to Ya Tianxing.
Ya Tianxing, with a splitting headache, reached out for the bottle and instinctively tried to twist the cap, only to find it easily unscrewed. Immediately, his brows furrowed tightly, knotted together.
— Had he become so "fragile" that he needed Mo Shangjun to open bottle caps for him?
"Go rest on the bed."
The room was too dim for Mo Shangjun to notice his expression. As she spoke, she sat down next to Ya Tianxing, planning to occupy the sofa once he left.
"No need."
Ya Tianxing took a sip of water, his face displeased.
