Weakly, she fell back onto the floor, and the pain in her throat made every minute of her living torturous.
She placed that bag of duck necks on the floor and did not touch it anymore because her throat was already hurt, and even the corners of her lips were starting to blister.
"Ah…"
She wanted to make a sound, but in the end, she could only mutter syllables like 'sisi, ahah'.
"Ahah…"
She stood up and—bang! She fell back onto the floor.
"Ahah…"
"Ahah…"
She kept rolling around on the floor, but there was still pain in her throat; it was the discontinuous and toneless unpleasant voice.
Piak! The lights were turned on.
Xia Yixuan was in a pretty good mood today. When she walked over, she saw Xia Ruoxin curled up on the sofa with blisters around her mouth.
She picked up that bag of super spicy duck necks from the floor.
