Fu Jingyan washed himself up as well before returning to the room.
When he lay down on the bed, he turned his head to look at Lin Ying, who was already fast asleep. He shifted closer and found a comfortable spot beside her.
He closed his eyes and began to rest.
Because Lin Ying had drunk a little too much, it was already noon when she woke up.
She clutched her head. A hangover felt awful—her head was splitting, and her mouth was parched.
As soon as she got up, she saw a glass of water on the bedside table. When Lin Ying picked it up, she found that it was warm.
After taking a sip, the dryness in her throat eased considerably.
After finishing the water, she wanted to get up and wash up. But the moment she rose, the door opened.
Fu Jingyan walked in. Seeing that Lin Ying was awake, he hurried over and asked, "Still feeling unwell?"
"My head hurts a little," Lin Ying answered honestly.
Fu Jingyan smiled. "Now you know your head hurts? Who told you to drink so much?"
"Did you put the water by the bed?" Lin Ying asked.
Fu Jingyan glanced at the empty glass, lifted his chin, and said proudly, "Of course. I used to get drunk often, and the servants at home would leave me a glass of warm water. It feels much better after drinking it."
"Then why did you used to get drunk?" Lin Ying suddenly asked.
Fu Jingyan choked, and his voice abruptly became a little stuttered. "Well... I'd occasionally have a few drinks with friends, and then I got drunk..."
Faced with Lin Ying's probing gaze, Fu Jingyan quickly changed the subject. "I kindly poured you water, and now you're finding fault with me?"
"No.