"Yexuan, once you've finished drinking this, I will leave immediately. I promise I won't disturb you."
Fen Ling lowered her gaze humbly, daring not to display even a shred of audacity in front of Feng Yexuan.
At this moment, her slightly inclined posture exuded an unspeakable sense of humility.
Such servility stirred a fleeting softness in Feng Yexuan's heart.
He had intended to tell her that there was no need for such deference before him.
But he feared that if he did, she might linger.
Recently, he indeed found her company undesirable, yet a part of him instinctively felt bound to take responsibility for her...
What a strange feeling!
Nevertheless, he truly did not wish to be with her.
If drinking this bowl of ginseng soup would make her leave, it wouldn't be too bad.
Finally, Feng Yexuan reached out and took the bowl.
