After quickly changing clothes and going out, Zhou Chengchen's face was still as red as a little lobster.
Sitting in the living room, which was also Xi Siyan's study, Xi Siyan brought out two bowls of ginger tea: "Drink a little, it will help with the cold."
Zhou Chengchen didn't know what this was, took a sip, and a spicy taste instantly filled her mouth, so hot that her tears were about to fall.
She only took one sip and put it on the table, refusing to take a second sip no matter what.
Xi Siyan drank without expression, glanced at Zhou Chengchen: "Drink it."
Zhou Chengchen shook her head vigorously: "No, it doesn't taste good."
Xi Siyan frowned. While medicine could help, ginger tea was the best thing to ward off cold. She had been cold for so long, naturally she needed to ward off the cold, otherwise, the chill in her body would definitely not be good.
Xi Siyan paused, got up and went to the kitchen to get a spoon.
