[On his weak stomach, that actually sounds pretty good, and he's quick to tug Lan Zhan back toward the table as soon as he's deemed his mouth clean enough. He's barely sat down before he's stuffing a bun in his mouth and sighing contentedly as it hits his stomach, despite his complaints.]
Did you sleep okay?
[He asks, knowing the answer is probably no, and he's probably at least partly mostly to blame.]
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[On his weak stomach, that actually sounds pretty good, and he's quick to tug Lan Zhan back toward the table as soon as he's deemed his mouth clean enough. He's barely sat down before he's stuffing a bun in his mouth and sighing contentedly as it hits his stomach, despite his complaints.]
Did you sleep okay?
[He asks, knowing the answer is probably no, and he's probably at least partly
mostlyto blame.]