Su Qing was seated further inside where it was darker, making it unlikely he would draw any attention.
She reached out and removed the handkerchief from Su Qing's cheek.
She offered him a bowl of tea.
Su Qing didn't reach for it, simply staring straight at her.
Tsk.
Su Ye's expression shifted.
She then leaned closer, holding the bowl to his lips.
she whispered,
"Drink."
Finally, the man complied, leaning forward to take a couple of sips.
As Su Ye fed him the tea, she began to wonder.
'He's the one who's been taking advantage of me in bed these last few days, isn't he?'
'So why does it look like *I'm* the one who's drained *him* dry?'
Just as she was thinking, Kuang Zhan came barreling over, a large hammer slung over his shoulder.
He spotted Su Ye and Su Qing from a distance, despite the crowd.
As Kuang Zhan reached the tea stall, his pace slowed, and he tiptoed up to Su Ye.
Grinning slyly, he said,
