The man cursed viciously under his breath.
His fingers pressed harder against his temples.
"Here."
The old woman soon returned.
She handed the man a cup of hot water.
"Drink some hot water."
"You'll feel a little better."
The man said nothing.
He took the cup.
His throat really was terribly dry.
He could almost taste blood rising in his throat.
"Gulp, gulp~"
The man drank deeply.
Before long, he had drained the cup.
"Want more?"
The old woman asked as she was already reaching over to take the cup.
The man hesitated for a second, then nodded.
He was thirsty.
The old woman smiled.
Soon, she returned with a cup filled with hot water.
"Gulp, gulp~"
The man drained it in one go again.
He wiped the water from the corner of his mouth.
When the old woman asked if he wanted more, he shook his head.
Two cups of water were enough.
What bothered him more now was the pain in his head, as if it were about to split open.
He couldn't help reaching up to tap his head.
The old woman frowned and grabbed the man's hand.
"Don't hit yourself."
"Do you think you can just go around hitting your head?"
With her other hand, the old woman took the cup from him and set it on a cabinet nearby.
The man's brow furrowed deeply.
His expression was grim.
Still, he let the old woman guide his hand down.
The old woman couldn't help repeating her usual lecture.
"Now you know how awful it feels. Why couldn't you show some restraint when you were drinking?"
"Xiao Yan..."
The man couldn't help drifting off.
He could clearly feel the throbbing pressure in his head.
He pressed his