My head is killing me.
Han Yingying patted her head and murmured groggily, "Shen Mosheng, my head hurts."
"Drink some honey water first." Shen Mosheng handed her the honey water he had prepared beforehand, and after she had finished drinking, he gently pressed her temples to ease her headache.
She had drunk so much last night; of course she would have a headache.
Han Yingying closed her eyes and soon fell back to sleep in her daze.
When she woke up again, her headache had subsided quite a bit, and she stretched languidly and sat up somewhat bewildered.
"Yingying, be careful not to catch a cold." Shen Mosheng quickly wrapped her in the blanket, his handsome face flushed red.
"Why is your face red?" Han Yingying looked at him in confusion before she finally realized something was amiss.
Familiar scenes, familiar lines flooded into her brain, and she looked at Shen Mosheng somewhat stiffly, "So we…"
