Chapter 162 - 160: Where is Your Conscience?
The night was deep and silent.
Yet the lights at He Fang’s place were still brightly lit.
After casually eating a bowl of egg-fried rice with diced carrots and eggs, she went downstairs to the supermarket to buy a small jar of honey. She brought it upstairs, brewed it with the cooled warm water, and carried it into the bedroom, planning to pour it down Qin Guanglin’s throat.
People who had drunk too much not only woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and tongue, feeling terrible, but they would also often wake up the next morning with a headache and acid stomach, unable to eat. It was truly miserable, yet these symptoms could be greatly relieved by just one glass of honey water.
Looking at Qin Guanglin sprawled out on the bed, He Fang thought for a moment, then went out to pour another glass of warm water. She brought it back to the bedroom, helped him sit up, and said, "Come on, rinse your mouth."
Qin Guanglin groggily swallowed a big gulp, the excess dribbling out from the corners of his mouth. He Fang quickly grabbed a tissue from beside her to wipe it off, "Rinse, gargle, and spit it out."
"..."
"Hey, why did you swallow it..."
After much trouble, instead of rinsing properly, she ended up pouring half a glass of warm water down his throat, making a mess all over his neck. He Fang sighed helplessly and went to get a towel to place under Qin Guanglin’s neck, holding up the honey water for him to drink.
Already full, Qin Guanglin subconsciously dodged, refusing to even edge closer to the rim of the glass to take a sip.
"It stinks," He Fang said with disdain, hesitating before deciding to drink it herself.