Mo Liancheng laughed and said, "Xiaowen Yi, you've had a hard time."
"No, no need to be polite." Xiaowen Yi was very shy, blinking his big black eyes, his anticipation evident in his gaze. He hesitated for a moment, as if struggling with something, and finally summoned the courage to say in one breath, "I, I want to drink the tea you brewed. My brother said that my body has already recovered, and the Sect Master said my health is good and I can drink tea."
Mo Liancheng was slightly stunned.
Seeing Mo Liancheng in a daze, Xiaowen Yi looked anxious and regretful, "I, I, if you don't remember, it's fine. I..."
"Hehe." Qu Tan'er laughed, "Chengcheng, thinking of going back on your word? You promised Xiaowen Yi before."
Mo Liancheng couldn't help but laugh out loud as well.
He remembered, indeed, there was such a thing.
