Bo Jinghang chuckled gently, glanced at the alcohol percentage on the bottle, and casually tossed it into the trash bin by the bed, "You little fool, trying to get a headache again?"
Qin Yiren shook her head decisively.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she murmured hesitantly, "But that's how they do it in TV dramas. Isn't the atmosphere really important?"
"I care more about whether you're comfortable than the atmosphere."
Bo Jinghang said as he unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, continuing gracefully, "I forgot the juice, sorry about that. I'll remember next time."
"It's nothing to feel sorry about. Do you think I'm that pampered?"
Qin Yiren gave him a playful look, nonchalantly took the bottle, and pushed his favorite dish in front of him, "Don't you like spicy chicken? Try it and see if it's good."
Bo Jinghang paused subtly and, following her suggestion, picked up some spicy chicken with his chopsticks and slowly savored it.
