Then, she heard him say in a low, hoarse voice,
"Has my benefactor been flirting with someone else again?"
Su Ye was so exasperated by his false accusation that she laughed.
"Don't be ridiculous."
Su Qing said nothing more.
He just lowered his gaze, his thoughts unreadable.
Right now, Su Ye's cultivation was sealed, and she was incredibly weak.
Moreover, she had no idea what kind of reaction the mist and the tea had produced.
It made her so sensitive that even a slight pinch hurt, and her whole body felt utterly feeble.
On top of that, she felt drowsy.
After sitting on the cushion for just a short while, she was already nodding off.
Su Qing glanced over.
He saw that she was still clutching the teacup, as if trying to prove she wasn't tired by gripping it tightly with both hands.
But as she held on, her grip suddenly loosened. CLINK. The teacup started to fall toward her.
