Her face was all "I don't want you to go," but Yan Yichen completely ignored it. She begrudgingly ground her teeth, "I only have tap water at home! Can't even afford bottled water!"
"Boiling tap water is fine to drink. As long as it reaches the boiling point, it can kill common bacteria," Yan Yichen spoke casually.
Jian Yixue: "..."
Yan Yichen, damn you!
After mentally repeating that a hundred times, she slowly dragged herself upstairs.
The apartment she rented had low rent, but the building was really old and didn't have an elevator. She lived on the eighth floor, and by the time they climbed up, Jian Yixue was gasping for air.
She glanced at Yan Yichen, who seemed perfectly fine and even took the key from her hand to unlock the door.
Jian Yixue suddenly remembered the last time she got drunk. It seemed Yan Yichen was the one who carried her home...
So... did he carry her, climbing up eight flights of stairs?
A strange emotion quietly grew in her left atrium...
