Wen Ning sat down across from him and said awkwardly, "I can't cook either. Just make do and eat a little for now, otherwise your stomach will hurt again."
Xiao Lang seemed to remember something and looked up to ask, "Did I have another stomach problem?"
"Yes, I bought medicine for you, it's in the cabinet next to the bed. Don't forget to take it next time."
Xiao Lang rubbed his temples. He really couldn't remember if he'd taken the medicine.
He remembered his stomach hurting, but his mind was barely conscious.
Maybe it was all just his imagination.
"I understand, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Xiao Lang lowered his head and finished the bowl of porridge. Wen Ning didn't dare to stay longer and suggested leaving.
Xiao Lang offered to take her home, but she refused.
However, Xiao Lang wouldn't let her go back alone, so he called Di Sheng to escort her.
Back in his bedroom, Xiao Lang lay on the bed with thoughts of that kiss in his dream.
