Leng Jian gripped the water glass tightly in his hand and took a while to come back to his senses, simply staring at Zhang Lingying with a look of utter astonishment, as if his soul had been ripped out of his body, leaving only an empty shell behind.
Zhang Lingying waited for a good while, and seeing that he hadn't reacted at all, didn't rush him.
The little princess is prone to shyness, after all. It was only right to let him think it over properly.
But she was genuinely thirsty. Noticing that Leng Jian seemed unlikely to say anything for the next little while, she reached out to take the water glass from his hand.
Leng Jian's grip on the cup was a bit tight. She couldn't get it on her first try, but after applying a little more force and asking him to let go, she finally managed to take the cup and took a sip, bending her head down.
