C127 Fu Chengqing's Painting

"Qingjiu, why, why do you want tea?" Fu Chengqing lowered his head and played with the dark green teacup in his hand as he asked in a low voice.

Qingjiu quietly took out the teacup from his hand and put it aside. She blew out the candle beside the bed and closed the curtain.

"Drink some tea. You won't be thirsty when you sleep at night." Qingjiu's cheerful voice sounded in the dim curtain