"..." Mia Ginger was left speechless.
With a gentle cough, she asked, "What time is it?"
As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice was so hoarse that it barely sounded like hers anymore.
"Nine thirty," Koa Jackson answered, immediately standing up to get her some water.
Mia sat up, clutching the blanket.
She actually couldn't sit up because her back was too sore, and she could only lean against Koa's arm as he supported her.
She drank most of the glass of water in small sips, then lay back down.
Koa always got up early; he had already dressed himself at some point, placed the cup down, and asked her, "What do you want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat anything," Mia replied.
"..." Koa chuckled, pinching her cheek. "At least eat something, I'll make it for you."
"I haven't even brushed my teeth yet." Mia pouted, feeling thoroughly aggrieved.
They did the same thing, but Koa was the one who exerted effort, and yet he seemed full of energy as if nothing happened.
