The horse carriage continued to move slowly and it was very quiet inside. Bai Yihao reclined in the seat in a comfortable manner. His eyes were as bright as stars and he had a faint smile on his face. He expertly took out a pot of tea from a hidden compartment beside him with his slender fingers. Then he fetched two teacups from under the table before he picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Mo Xuetong.
After that, he poured another cup for himself and turned to look at Mo Xuetong's red and swollen face. A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, but it immediately turned into a warm smile. Taking out a jade-white porcelain bottle from his arms, he asked with a smile, "Do you want me to apply medicine for you?"
"No!" Mo Xuetong refused lightly.
