Feeling the soft touch on his lips and wafts of a light feminine scent in his nostrils, Lu Jiang was over the moon with happiness. He wished Feng Qingxue's hand could linger longer on his mouth. Unfortunately, she withdrew her hand after noticing his chapped lips and went to fetch him some water.
Lu Jiang's gaze followed Feng Qingxue, without a single blink of his eyes.
"Have some water," said Feng Qingxue tilting the enamel mug gently towards his lips, watching him take several large sips.
"Qingxue, don't just take care of me, sit and take a break. Have some water and an apple. You must be tired after the journey." Lu Jiang was no longer thirsty, but he became more talkative. "When did you arrive? You didn't even let me know. Who told you about my injury? Was it Captain Zhao or Brother Ouyang? Did it take half a month on the train?"
Feng Qingxue sat on the chair next to the bed, "You have so many questions, which should I answer first?"
