Chelsea was stunned for a moment. Looking at Russell's flushed neck and face, she understood something.
She held back her laughter and teased him, "Good stuff. Didn't you hear what Misael said? Even a cow will pass out after drinking it."
Russell had sweat on his forehead. He tensed his face and wrapped himself in the quilt, ignoring her.
It was rare to see Russell like this. How could Chelsea give up this opportunity to add insult to injury? She narrowed her eyes and leaned over. She breathed onto his face and said, "Mr. Murillo, what does it feel like to drink the soup? Is it like what the TV dramas show? Is your whole body burning? Look at your sweat. Is it very hot? Shall I fan for you?"
She smiled and deliberately moved closer to Russell. Her hands moved back and forth in front of
