Zhao Rong pressed on, but little Qian'er acted coy, slowly saying, "I'm so thirsty."
Zhao Rong just watched her, not making a move for a long time. When he saw her eyes glance over, he urged, "You cheeky girl, hurry up and speak."
"Hmm." Little Qian'er nodded and then laid it out straight: "Brother Rong'er, I'm thirsty, I want tea, you feed me."
"Why are you thirsty again? Didn't you just have some?"
"I'm just thirsty! Just thirsty! So what?" Little Qian'er glared immediately, "It's all because of you!"
Zhao Rong was puzzled, "What did I do?"
"You... your..."
"What about your mine?" Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
Little Qian'er buried her face, gently kicked him, "…too much, made me eat... eat too much."
Zhao Rong: "......"
At this moment, this kind of awkward silence is the worst.
"Cough, cough."
A certain person with stockpiled goods quickly got up obediently, fetched a cup of fragrant tea, and handed it over to a certain righteous second wife.
