"Your room, then, you're the master. Me, I'm just a guest... go, get me some water... I, I'm thirsty..."
Iron Hand took a deep breath, his eyes looking at her, dark and deep like a dried-up well in the night, bottomless.
"Hurry up! I, I'm really thirsty..." Ai Lun touched her throat, swallowing hard, and forced out a few hoarse words.
She was truly thirsty!
Iron Hand watched her, lips pressed without speaking, took a cup from the table, went to wash it again in the bathroom, and then poured her a warm cup of water, handing it to her.
Ai Lun didn't stand on ceremony, swallowing it down in a few gulps with a mannish style, tilting her head back and making a 'glug-glug' sound.
Not a drop left...
"So refreshing!"
She rubbed her stomach contentedly, let out a belch, and leaned back, squinting her eyes.