Chapter 162

Sasha was sleeping soundly. I didn't want to make any big movements and disturb her, so I carefully helped her lie on the couch, making sure she settled comfortably. Then, I picked up the thermos container and followed Zane out of the partition. My voice was still very soft. "Where did this come from?" "I made it at home this morning," Zane replied, standing beside me with a straight face. His tone carried a hint of guilt. "If it weren't for spending time with me, you wouldn't have drunk so much last night. And you wouldn't have this headache today." "Mm..." I opened the thermos and took a sip. The hangover soup was still hot. After hesitating, I finally spoke, "Next time, if you want to talk about something and relax, let's not drink. We can just have some juice. That's good enough." Zane agreed, saying, "Okay." I sat down and began sipping the scalding soup slowly, blowing on it to cool it down. Zane stood behind me, gently massaging my temples. His movements were tender.