"Yi Nuo..."
After the party, Jiang Qingli sat in the back seat, massaging her throat. Her brow was furrowed as she looked at the young Gray Wolf before her, calling out his name in a daze.
"Do you feel sick?" Yi Nuo sat beside her, rubbing her back soothingly with one hand as he softened his voice. "This hangover soup does induce nausea for a bit. There's no sick bag in the car... You can use this."
He took off his jacket and held it cupped in front of Jiang Qingli. Seeing her unhappy face, he added, "Or you can just throw up in my hands."
Jiang Qingli scrunched up her face. "No, that's disgusting..."
"I never knew you were a selective neat freak," a cheerful voice called from the front seat. "You can do it over here if you want. Your big sis won't mind."
Jiang Qingli looked up, her face full of reproach. "You! You're the one who made me drink the most..."
