Gu Baisheng's expression was not very good.

　　Frowning, he glanced at the brown sugar and ginger water that was dark red.

　　She could even see small pieces of ginger floating on the cup.

　　When she thought of that taste of ginger water, she couldn't help but want to vomit.

　　"I ......"

　　"Hmm?"

　　Song Frost's eyes watched her reaction.

　　Remembering her desperate denial of her identity last night, Gu Baisheng could only ...