Monday morning, at Xiangtai Apartment.
Lin Miao pulled out a tissue, carefully wiped away the drool from the corner of Lin Jie's mouth, and laughed, "Brother, right now, you're just like a drooling baby, only a few months old, hee hee!"
Lin Jie rolled his eyes, too disdainful to respond to her.
His left cheek was swollen, half his face numb, and under the lingering effect of the anesthetic, he continued to drool occasionally.
If it weren't for his tongue being affected by the anesthetic, rendering it unresponsive and making speech unclear, Lin Jie would have scolded her by now.
"Brother Jie, do you want some water?" asked An Kemeng, sitting on the other side of Lin Jie with concern.
Lin Jie shook his head, leaned back into the couch, and closed his eyes.
He felt a dull pain starting to emerge and knew the anesthetic's effect was gradually wearing off, signaling the beginning of a period of torment.
