It was still the guest room.
Perhaps it was the alertness he had been trained in since childhood that made Ying Wuqiu open his eyes at the sound of the door opening.
Seeing Tang Wanyuan enter, he sat up, rubbing his temples that ached unbearably, and asked her, "Wanwan, what time is it?"
As Tang Wanyuan prepared his clothes, she said, "Not early, just twelve o'clock."
Seeing his discomfort and furrowed brow, Tang Wanyuan sat next to him and gently massaged his temples.
"What's wrong? Does your head hurt again?"
Ying Wuqiu closed his eyes, letting her press his temples; it was always like this, whenever his head hurt, it would get better after Tang Wanyuan massaged it.
"Perhaps I drank too much last night."
Tang Wanyuan spoke with a face full of concern and in a soft voice, "If you can't drink, then drink less."
The man curved his lips into a smile, opened his eyes, and pulled Tang Wanyuan into his embrace.
