Lying in bed for a good while, the pain in the lower abdomen persisted, making it hard to fall asleep.
After three minutes, turned over...ten minutes later, turned over again...
Before long, the room door was pushed open, and the room was dimly lit with only a bedside lamp on.
Beichen Rui came to the bedside, placed the cup he was holding on the nightstand, lifted a corner of the quilt, and took a glance, "Get up and drink something before you sleep."
Ye Xinluo sat up and saw a cup of brown sugar water on the nightstand, feeling a warmth in her heart, "Is this..."
"Tong Ma said this would make you feel a bit better." He picked up the cup and handed it to her, "Try it, see if it's too hot."
She reached out, took it in her hands, and stared at it for a while before finally drinking the contents of the cup.
Frowning slightly, she spoke with a bit of disdain, "This brown sugar taste is not good."
Beichen Rui: "Even if it doesn't taste good, there's nothing that can be done."
