The blanket in front of her was pulled away.
Jiang Nanshu looked up for a moment.
Lu Qingyan was holding a transparent cup, filled with brown sugar water.
His expression faltered, "Have you been crying?"
It was only then that Jiang Nanshu realized her face was somewhat damp. She glared at him, "I cried from the pain, it's all your fault. Why did you come in? Where's Jiang Leyi?"
"She took a phone call and happened to come across me, so she asked me to bring this in." Lu Qingyan gave a helpless sigh, "Jiang Nanshu, you're being quite unreasonable. Haven't I said that drinking too much can give you a stomachache?"
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
[So what if you've said it, you've already called me unreasonable. I could've just pretended not to hear.]
"Do you even say that? I didn't hear a thing, either way, it's all your fault."
[I'll scrape together whatever I can, still remembering my mission even in such pain. I deserve an extra chicken leg, sob sob.]
