Ming Ansheng lost track of time when he was hard at work.
In the still of the night, he looked at the bottom right-hand corner of his laptop. It was almost 11 p.m.
He closed his laptop and placed it on the coffee table. Then he stretched.
He glanced towards the bed.
He panicked and stopped mid-stretch.
Su Yue was back facing him, but her small frame was shivering. Ming Ansheng hurriedly walked over. "Yueyue."
He sat at the corner of the bed and pulled at the covers. Su Yue's face was flushed, even her eyelashes were trembling.
"Yueyue, what's wrong?" His voice was full of tenderness.
"It hurts here," Su Yue replied, turning over and pointing at the tattooed area on her chest.
When Ming Ansheng heard it, he slightly pulled down her collar without thinking. His eyes widened when he saw the infected area and his hand momentarily trembled. "Why is it so swollen?"
