A steaming mug of water unexpectedly appeared in Nie Rujun's line of sight.
Her dry heave reached her lips, but she stifled it back in fright, her small hand resting on her chest as she widened her eyes and looked up.
"You..."
With a 'bang,' Fan Ju leaned weakly against the shoe cabinet, seemingly unsteady on his feet due to dizziness.
Fortunately, the water cup he was holding was steady; while a bit of water spilled, it was still securely in his grip.
"...Drink some water." His voice, raspy from drinking, sounded tender and enticing in the night.
Nie Rujun had just retched without vomiting much, and her stomach was really uncomfortable. The cup of water was like timely rain, too good not to drink.
With this thought, she extended her hand to take the mug, and she drank from it in small sips with her head bowed, her movements as earnest as a primary school student drinking water.
