The thirty-ninth chapter of the third night of alcohol practice (1)

When Lu Qilin turned the small building up and down, he finally confirmed Lu Che's whereabouts.

He stood outside Lu Che's room door, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, trying to turn it gently—the doorknob wouldn't move.

Very good, in broad daylight, it was just a small weight training exercise, and Lu Che was beaten to the ground.

Lu Qilin's deep and dark eyes flashed with cold light. He stood outside Lu Che's door, looking at the closed door with a cold and stern expression.

No one knew what he was thinking.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the indifferent man suddenly moved.

Lu Qilin let go of his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep look at the closed door again, turned and left...

There was a door, and Lu Che, who was sleeping unconsciously on the bed, didn't know that just a few seconds ago, a man stood outside the door and was about to break in.

...

When Lu Qilin returned to the study upstairs, his expression was as usual, his handsome features were covered with a coldness, as if he was completely unaffected by Lu Che's behavior downstairs.

Such a weak deputy would be exhausted after a training session.

Thinking of Lu Che's stubbornness in the end, preferring to be supported by a young soldier he didn't know outside rather than letting himself be touched, Lu Qilin's already cold eyes became even darker.

Opening the dossier, he threw himself back into work...

Lu Che just slept and slept like this. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he finally woke up with a throbbing pain in his stomach.

When she was affected by the pain and opened her eyes again, it was pitch black outside the window.

How long has she slept?

Is it night already?

Lu Che thought that he had missed preparing lunch and dinner for the eldest young master, and hurriedly sat up from the bed.

"Hey..." But just standing up, she couldn't help gasping, clutching her stomach and falling down again.

The muscles all over the body were still sore, but it was her stomach that hurt more than the sore muscles.

I was forced to go out for extra training without eating a bite in the morning, my body was already on the verge of overdrafting, and then I missed lunch and dinner one after another.

Lu Che clutched his stomach and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and complained inwardly - Lu Che, Lu Che, you are really dying. You know your stomach is not good, yet you dare not eat three meals in a row.

Her stomach was tossed and broken when she followed the eldest young master on the border mission.

It was common to be unable to eat enough or hot food in the wild. Lu Che was a picky eater since he was a child, and he liked sweets. Later, when he became a soldier, her problem was reversed.

It's a pity that because of being full and hungry, her stomach has fallen into old troubles.

No time to think about whether the eldest young master has eaten dinner, Lu Che forced his body to get up from the bed again, and dragged his tired body to the door.

She has to eat something to fill her stomach, and it's good to drink hot water if she can't.

Lu Che, who was stupefied with hunger, just crawled out of bed, clutching his stomach and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the stairs on the first floor, he saw a tall and familiar figure leaning against the sofa in the living room, his slender fingers clasped a glass of whisky with ice, and the glass was against his lips.

Hearing the sound from the stairs, the man's dark and deep eyes looked at her through the rim of the cup.

"Eldest, young master..." Lu Che's head was much more confused now than usual. She saw Lu Qilin holding a wine glass and subconsciously called him.

Lu Che's head was not clear. At this moment, she could only feel the strong throbbing pain in her stomach, as if something was rolling inside, and the soreness and tenderness that came from every muscle in her body being affected.