Now I'm still slightly sweaty, I'm even more out of breath and my frustration is obvious, especially when I throw my bag across my desk and it takes my pen pot with it, the loud clatter attracting the attention of my work colleagues, who all poke their heads out of the kitchen to see what the commotion is all about.
"Feeling better?" Fu Heng asks, his inquisitive gaze running the length of my clammy form.
"Yes. I am," I bark, wrenching my bag to the floor and collapsing into my chair.
Then I take a few calming breaths and turn my swivel chair towards the kitchen, finding three sets of raised eyebrows.
"What?" I scowl at them stare.
"You look terrible," Yi Lan pipes up.
"Maybe you should taking a break," She suggested.
"Or I can buy you some steam milk from the nearby café," Er Xi offers sweetly.
I soften my scowling face as all of their eyes all pointed at me, which have now turned from curious to concerned.