Ling Yin took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, accepted the warm water handed over by the secretary, and fed Hua Hua to rinse his mouth.
It took quite some time to clean his mouth thoroughly.
Hua Hua tugged forcefully at his own shirt, pulling off the buttons with his strength. His collarbones were flushed red from the alcohol, looking impossibly beautiful.
"Boss Ling, sobering tea."
Ling Yin, still composed, handed the cup to his lips: "Hua Hua, drink some sobering tea, you'll feel more comfortable."
"Hot..." Hua Hua continued to tug at his clothes.
In just a few moves, his shirt was completely open. Seemingly feeling a bit better, Hua Hua didn't obediently open his mouth to drink the tea. Instead, he rolled onto the bed, arching his body backward, his head half-buried in the pillow.
How could such a task of attending to someone be done by Boss Ling himself?
The secretary quickly took the task over: "Boss Ling, let me do it."
