"Ginger coke, Song Qian brought it over because he was afraid I'd catch a cold along with Lin Ruochun," Wen Qiao leaned in to sniff the bowl, the pungent, spicy scent of ginger neutralized by the soda, it wasn't unpleasant to smell after all.
Fu Jinghen's mind involuntarily conjured up the scene he had witnessed downstairs upon his arrival, the trio standing in the lobby, chatting and laughing. However, it was quite clear that Song Qian stood closer to Wen Qiao, and their interaction seemed more intimate.
"Lin Ruochun?" asked Fu Jinghen.
"Yeah, I went out to buy some barbecue earlier, and then I happened across her falling into the lake. Struck by a bout of benevolence, I fished her out," Wen Qiao lifted her chin, seeking praise with an air of expectancy, "What do you think, aren't I quite the hero, overlooking past grievances?"
"…Uh-huh."
But what concerned Fu Jinghen more was another matter, "The drowning, was it related to you?"
