"I've prepared Calming Soup for you," Yin Xiaofan said. "Drink it down, and I guarantee you'll get a good night's sleep without any nasty dreams."
"Ha ha ha," Wang Xinying couldn't help but chuckle to herself upon hearing Yin Xiaofan's words.
"You're the one having nasty dreams," Yang Xiaoya said with a blush of embarrassment and a touch of annoyance. "You should drink it yourself. You're always thinking about nonsense, not focusing on your work, sneaking peeks at girls' lingerie, and harboring all sorts of lewd thoughts."
Xiaofan had prepared the Calming Soup for Yang Xiaoya with good intentions, but she not only showed no appreciation, she was actually getting mad at him, leaving him quite helpless.
