It felt like he had slept for at least a century.
Along with the headache came a refreshing feeling.
It was as if someone had smashed open his skull like a walnut, removed his plump brain, washed it fiercely in a drum washing machine until not a trace of impurity remained in the brain tissue, then reinstalled it in his head with fresh water still dripping from it.
His body felt warm, and beneath him was something soft yet firm, faintly giving off a fragrance that set his heart fluttering.
Song He opened his eyes.
The blankets were warm. He was lying facedown on Xiang Xiaotong, who was wearing white silk pajamas and sleeping soundly with her face buried in the pillow.
The light in the room clearly wasn't morning light but evening light. The orange-red glow of dusk streamed in through the window, giving the scene a lonely air.
Song He moved and rolled onto his back. His mouth and nasal passages were completely dry. He looked like someone recovering from a serious illness, his face pale and weak.
Xiang Xiaotong was startled awake. She raised a hand to rub her face, then turned to look at him. "Honey, are you feeling unwell?"
"Thirsty." Song He sighed softly.
"I guessed you'd be thirsty when you woke up, so I put water on the bedside table. The windows haven't been opened for two days, and the air conditioner's dehumidifying function is pretty strong. Even though we're at sea, the air feels dry to me." Xiang Xiaotong rolled onto her back as well. "You slept with your mouth wide open. Even when I reached over to close it for you, you wouldn't keep it shut."
Song He turned his head and saw that there really was a large cup on the