Gu Jiangnian, to say he had a good temper would not be an exaggeration. For instance, whenever he was woken up by Jiang Muwan in the morning, he rarely showed anger. Instead, he would first let out a low hum and then reach out to pull the blankets closer around her before asking with a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
"Thirsty," she mumbled sleepily, still half-asleep.
He extended his arm, pulling it from behind her head, propped himself up half-way, got out of bed, and when he came back, he brought a cup of water at just the right temperature.
Supporting Jiang Muwan to sit up, he half-hugged her and fed water to the person still with closed eyes, his movements tender and careful.
After half a cup, the man leaned down to kiss her on the lips and tucked her back into bed, covering her with the blankets.
"What time is it?" she asked, drowsy and incoherent.
