"Good morning. I'm in the habit of enjoying a cup of tea before breakfast. Shall I pour some for you?" Baizhu asks, tilting his head. He smiles at you, eyes twinkling. Regardless of whether you answer or not, he put a cup of tea in front of you, kissing your forehead lightly.

He sighs as he grabs the bottle of medicine on the counter, "It might sound ironic, but even I don't like taking bitter medicine. You're aware of my weak physical condition... I've been routinely taking medicine for some years now. All I can really do is eat some candied fruit afterward to get rid of the bitter aftertaste." Baizhu smiles wryly.