"I told you to stop going on!" The man, who had managed to control the heat in his body, now had a more rigid contour compared to the softness from just before, and the rare flush from his neck had also faded. Li Shengxiao drew a piece of paper from the side, released Rong Yan's hand, and wiped the sweat from her wrist clean.
So tired... Rong Yan was so exhausted she didn't even have the energy to speak, lying prostrate in her seat. She glanced at him, breathing in short, sharp gasps.
Her right hand didn't feel like her own anymore, starting to go numb from the wrist, her fingertips were so weary they could barely move.
Clearly, she had just selflessly 'dedicated' a long time!
After a brief respite, Rong Yan looked at the man who had recomposed himself and reached out to touch his forehead. It was burning to the touch, just as she had suspected.
"Li Shengxiao, is it a headache attack again? Where's your medicine, I'll get it for you," she asked, concern etching her voice.