Song Juguang wore darkly-coloured sleep attire, her figure slender and tall. She held the teacup, respectfully and deferentially standing before Jiang Changbai's bed, no different from the other maids. Jiang Changbai looked at her in astonishment, a great shock in her heart. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, her extended hand halting in midair, and then she awkwardly drew it back to scratch behind her ear. "Didn't Bixia say she was thirsty?" Song Juguang asked, lightly holding the cup up before Jiang Changbai. Yet Jiang Changbai didn't take it, only staring at her. Song Juguang, seeing this, didn't actually say much more; she neatly drank half the hot water in the cup. Then, she held the cup before Jiang Changbai again, not forgetting to explain herself. "Just now, this minister also felt a bit thirsty." Only at this did Jiang Changbai hesitantly take the cup, her palm sensing the heat seeping from the cup. She sighed softly, and swallowe...