The pressure was gentle, barely enough to tickle. Ye Che pinched Xia Weiyi's hand and kneaded it in his palm a few times before softly calling out, "Little thing, what's wrong?"
Little thing?
Who was calling her?
Xia Weiyi pondered hazily in her sleep for a long time before she remembered that only Ye Che would call her like that, so she pouted, and with her eyes still closed, she mumbled a complaint.
"I want to drink water, brother, I'm almost dying of thirst... Why haven't you gotten me a drink yet!"
Hearing such a pampered and imperious voice, Ye Che immediately sat up from the couch, shook his somewhat heavy head and, though a bit impatiently yet willingly, stood up to get Xia Weiyi some water.
In Xu Zhiye's home, which Ye Che was not familiar with and where there were no servants, he wandered around after leaving the bedroom, went around the kitchen, and finally got a cup of warm water before heading back to the bedroom.
