Su Qianqian was still a little dazed, and let Fang Qing help her rinse her mouth.

After rinsing her mouth, she took a sip of water. The water stung her throat, and she subconsciously furrowed her delicate brows.

Fang Qing immediately placed the small plate of breakfast, which was kept warm in the insulated box, onto the small table in front of her.

It was a soft and sticky chicken congee with a few light and delicious side dishes.

Su Qianqian had little appetite, and only reluctantly picked up the small silver spoon and scooped two mouthfuls of porridge into her mouth.

She hadn't eaten more than a couple of bites when she gently put down her spoon, shook her head, and said in a noticeably hoarse voice, "I'm not eating anymore, my throat hurts..."

Su Qianqian was a little angry. She didn't need to pretend to be a mute fairy anymore; she was just a little mute now.

She thought of last night, when she called out to him until her voice was hoarse.

After feeding her the last glass of warm water in the room, he actually carried her to the bar, not only feeding her water, but also doing this and that...

Amy sat diagonally across from her, her eyes flickering.

She could almost imagine how Miss Su had tried to please her, and how she had been forced to scream until she lost her voice.

Amy couldn't help but feel a little regretful; she wished her young men were as strong as Young Master Chengyu.

She then quietly observed Miss Su, who was now fully conscious.

Delicate and frail.

This is the most intuitive feeling.

Her dazed look after just waking up, the slight furrowing of her brows due to a sore throat, and the unintentional display of dependence and coquettishness all made her look like a delicate flower that needed careful nurturing.

But beneath this fragility lies an astonishing purity and preciousness.

Those almond-shaped eyes were as clear as a mountain spring, and even though they looked a little dazed at the moment, they were still pure and without any impurities.

Her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were naturally tender and rosy. At this moment, they were slightly pursed, carrying a hint of grievance.

What secretly alarmed Amy even more was her demeanor.

She watched as Fang Qing handed her the warm water, and as she sipped it slowly, the way her slender, fair fingers held the cup handle exuded an elegant charm.

Her initial sense of amusement and scrutiny was gradually replaced by doubt.

The information says he was an orphan from a small town with no one to rely on.

But this girl in front of me, from her bone structure and appearance to her temperament and demeanor, where is there even a trace of pettiness?

She was clearly more delicate and elegant than many well-bred daughters of noble families.

No wonder he was chosen by Young Master Chengyu.

However, judging from the young master's attitude, the madam is in for a lot of trouble.

In this round, Amy is going to bet everything on this Miss Su. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)