After drying herself off, Chu Xinyue wrung out her clothes and put them back on.
Then she picked up the insulated container: "All done. I'm leaving."
His voice drifted over, "The soup is good. Is there more?"
Chu Xinyue was momentarily stunned, did he...
Was he hinting for her to keep bringing him soup?
If it were in the past, she'd probably be overjoyed.
But at this moment, she looked at him and said, "Yes, I have more. I'll cook some every day and have Xiaotao bring it to you."
Having Xiaotao bring it? His lashes fluttered.
This woman, she's really changed from before.
He's already hinted openly, yet she declined and asked Xiaotao to deliver it?
His brows furrowed slightly, "Isn't your health well recently?"
Only if she were ill, would she likely forgo the chance to be close to him.
She answered, "No."
No illness, no discomfort, so why wouldn't she come personally?
