As soon as she spoke, Qiao Yin realized her voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.
Lu Lingche let out a soft chuckle, placed her back on the bed, and then poured her a glass of water.
Qiao Yin sat up, took the water, and drank it down in one gulp before her throat felt a little better.
After taking the empty glass, Lu Lingche casually set it on the bedside table, "Hungry? Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"
Qiao Yin wouldn't be polite with anyone but him, and she wouldn't allow herself to be slighted either; she nodded, "Hungry. I want beef noodle soup, the kind with a lot of broth. I want to drink the soup."
Lu Lingche bent down and kissed her, "Wait, I'll go and make it for you."
Qiao Yin involuntarily shrank back when he kissed her, "Oh."
After Lu Lingche left, she noticed her bag had been brought back at some point, resting on the sofa, along with her coat and sweater.
But she had no recollection of how her clothes came off.