Jiang Chiyan frowned and refused coldly. "You have a fever. What do you need a bath for?"
Then, afraid Xiao Cheng would start crying again, Jiang Chiyan wrapped an arm around his waist and coaxed him gently. "I'll give you a kiss. Then will you be good and go to sleep?"
Xiao Cheng's big, watery eyes lit up. He craned his neck closer so Jiang Chiyan could kiss him more comfortably.
After the kiss, Xiao Cheng ran out of the bathroom.
He pulled another bottle of liquor out of his little blanket, which was like a treasure chest, and offered it to Jiang Chiyan with both hands. "Yanyan, I mixed this myself. Want to try it?"
He had been afraid it would spill in a cocktail glass, so he had poured it into a bottle after mixing it.
Otherwise, it would have looked prettier in a glass, where the cocktail would form layers.
"Where did you get cocktail-making tools?" Jiang Chiyan asked.
Xiao Cheng's thick lashes fluttered, his upper and lower lashes almost touching. He said blankly, "There's a liquor cabinet and cocktail-making tools in my room."
The Wen couple had looked up Xiao Cheng's background online and knew he liked mixing cocktails.
Xiao Cheng's room was filled with things he liked.
Jiang Chiyan pulled out the stopper and took a sip. A faint taste of alcohol mingled with the sweet, fruity fragrance.
It probably wasn't very strong.
It tasted good.
Xiao Cheng stared at him with utterly sincere eyes. "Yanyan, does it taste good?"
Jiang Chiyan nodded.
He wasn't lying.
Xiao Cheng's cocktail really did taste good.
Xiao Cheng hid the cunning in his eyes very well and asked cautiously, "Yanyan, if it tastes good, can you drink it all up?"
Around Xiao Cheng, Jiang Chiyan's vigilance and defenses