Ji Mingqian was at a loss for words, his stomach hurt so much that even his lips looked pale.
Jiang Yisheng took his own backpack, pulled out a thermos, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to him, "Take it."
Not to mention a thermos cup, Ji Mingqian himself would never carry water with him, usually quenching his thirst with cold drinks.
Ji Mingqian looked at the thermos cup handed to him, steam billowing out gently.
"What are you looking at, hurry up and drink some hot water," Jiang Yisheng huffed.
Ji Mingqian reached out to take the thermos cup, his fingertips touching his, icy cold.
So cold.
Jiang Yisheng frowned and continued to rummage through his backpack for something.
The water was too hot, Ji Mingqian took small sips, his stomach felt warm but was still uncomfortably tight.
The person beside him was engrossed in searching his backpack, drawing Ji Mingqian's sideways glance, "What are you looking for?"
"Oil," Jiang Yisheng said without lifting his head.