C30 Never Again

"So, you're capable of hurling insults too," the masked woman chuckled, tossing the stockings she had just retrieved from Zhao Han's mouth into a cup with a flick of her wrist.

She then grabbed the teapot and filled the cup with water. Zhao Han, on edge, demanded, "What are you up to?"

"Just offering you a drink to soothe your throat," she replied with a smirk.

"You!" he protested