Yang Fei only felt his internal organs burning as if they were on fire.
His vision darkened in waves, he groaned, then collapsed awkwardly from the bed.
Su Yinxue was startled and quickly got up, "What's wrong with you? Do you need an ambulance?"
Yang Fei, with stars flashing before his eyes, shook his hand and, gritting his teeth, stood up.
He groaned, "No need, sigh, it's true what they say about beauty bringing disaster, can't touch it, can't even think about it."
"You bastard!"
Su Yinxue ground her teeth.
This asshole, he's spitting blood, yet still flirts so infuriatingly.
But why did she feel a bit of heartache for him?
Yang Fei straightened up and gave Su Yinxue a reassuring smile.
He said with a wry smile, "Good people don't live long, troublemakers live for a thousand years, don't worry, a super troublemaker like me definitely won't die early."
Yang Fei said and walked out of Su Yinxue's room with difficulty.