Chapter 39 Humiliating Lily?

　　Lily looked at his itchy eyelashes, and the bottom of her heart suddenly bred a touch of pressure, which meant some tension. 　　Maybe it's intuition. She always felt that a man's beautiful face was faintly overflowing with a strange expectation, which made her palm sort of hot. 　　She stared at Henry for a moment, took the bowl with her slander fair hands and said softly, "No need." 　　Then, with a crooked head, she slowly held it and began to drink. 　　Henry referred to slipping through her slightly frowning brows because she didn't like the taste, and smiled faintly. Her sweet smile was full of regret. 　　Lily was well-behaved and drank half a bowl of soup, and Henry fed her a few fruit marshmallows to dispel the smell of medicine, and then returned to the sofa to start working again. 　　Lily sat lazily on the sofa at the other end, with her long hair scattered on her slender shoulders, and her plain hands supp