Lu Qingzhou struggled to open her heavy eyelids. The figures in front of her were blurry, as if seen through a thin mist.

He tried to focus his vision, but could only see the hazy outline of the cold moon. "It's okay, I'll lie down for a while."

His voice sounded hoarse and tired.

Leng Yue looked at Lu Qingzhou's face, hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly and turned to walk towards Su Qingyao's bedroom.

At this moment, the sound of rushing water came from the master bedroom's bathroom.

Listening to the sound of water through the door, Leng Yue felt a surge of helplessness and reproach: "That Yao Yao is really something, she didn't even know to make him some hangover soup or something."

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, her voice urging, "Yaoyao, are you done washing up? Your husband doesn't look well, hurry up and make him some hangover soup."

The sound of water stopped abruptly, and Su Qingyao floated out from inside the door with a voice that sounded like she had just realized something: "Oh dear, I forgot! I smell like barbecue all over, and I wanted to take a shower as soon as I got back, so I completely forgot about this. I just put on some shower gel, could you get me some for him?"

Leng Yue rolled her eyes and muttered a complaint: "If you're not afraid I'll poison him to death, then I'll reluctantly help you this once."

Although he said that, there was no real anger in his tone.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, just some simple honey water, it's very easy! I'm going to continue showering now!" As soon as Su Qingyao finished speaking, the sound of running water came from the bathroom again.

Leng Yue shook her head helplessly and muttered under her breath, "Honestly, you don't even care about your own man. He's your man, not mine, and I have to serve him."

Even though she was complaining, her feet still unconsciously led her toward the door.

In the living room, Lu Qingzhou's consciousness had already drifted into a jumbled mess.

He felt his throat was parched and his head was extremely dizzy.

Hearing a faint sound of footsteps, he instinctively opened his mouth and mumbled, "Water... pour me a glass of water."

Leng Yue had almost reached the kitchen door when she heard his weak and feeble cry. She paused, turned around, and quickly returned to the living room.

She deftly poured a glass of water and carried it to Lu Qingzhou's side.

Looking at his furrowed brows,

And the abnormal blush on her face,

Feeling a little worried, she asked softly, "Are you alright?"

However,

The only response she received was a muffled humming.

Leng Yue sighed.

Gently place the cup on the coffee table.

He extended his index finger, hesitated for a moment,

She gently poked his shoulder: "Drinking so much, you don't even know how to take care of your body."