Yang Jiahui felt the discomfort rising again. Her tone softened and she asked him for help.
"Wait!"
He went to a 24-hour convenience store nearby and came out with two bottles of Nongfu Spring in his hands.
It was indeed ice.
She took it and said "thank you" before raising her neck and gulping it down.
The cold feeling suppressed the discomfort.
"It's already eight o'clock. Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
He also opened the cap and took two sips. Seeing that her complexion was finally recovering, he asked in a low voice.
"I'll go home and cook porridge. After drinking, he went to sleep. He had no appetite for anything else. It was greasy. Go back!
I'm fine! It was only two to three stops from here. I'll just walk by myself... Ah, what are you doing..."
This person pulled her towards his car without asking why.
"If I don't send you home, it'll be difficult for me to report. Yang Jiahui, when did you become so bashful?"
