She was not badly hurt after falling down from such a high position. Her father was so skilled in martial arts that he would be even more fine. She supposed he would be fine.
Amon kept comforting herself, but her heart was beating restlessly and she felt thirsty. She went to the table and poured a cup of tea.
The tea swirled in the ink jade teacup, giving off steam and fragrant smell. It was her favorite scented tea.
"The tea is hot. Someone was supposed to be there just now!" Ayrin thought for a moment and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. "Who's always been taking care of me and even knew my taste?"
"Whoosh—" Behind her neck, she breathed out a mouthful of hot air as if someone was kissing her.
"Puff—" Amon spat out a mouthful of tea, choking. "Ahem..."
"Are you okay?" The m
