"Deepen the pressure a bit," Melody Thorne held her drink without drinking and instructed Anna Ulrich.
"Cousin, try the drink you're holding, it's my favorite!"
Anna's hand pressed quite comfortably. Melody took a small sip satisfied, the stance as if Anna was her serving maid and she was the noble princess!
"Cousin, a little faster. This massage you're giving is about to heal my leg!"
Anna gritted her teeth, "Alright, drink some more, the more you drink, the better it tastes!"
Melody smiled and sipped bit by bit, making Anna gnash her teeth in anger.
Finally, when Melody had drunk most of the glass, Anna stopped, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, and sighed mournfully.
"Cousin, what's wrong?" Melody pretended to ask with concern. "Did something happen? You can tell me about it, I can help you!"
A glimmer of amusement flashed in Anna's eyes; indeed, she had become silly after losing her memory!
