Screech...!
The harsh sound of a chair scraping against the floor cut through the tension in the air. Li Na's eyes flickered and then went dark as dizziness hit her like a freight train. The world spun, and she felt herself teetering, her hand slipping from her chin as her head threatened to slam onto the table.
Just in time, long fingers wrapped around her forehead, catching her before she could meet the hot, sour soup bowl with her face. A collective gasp echoed through the room, everyone frozen in shock at the sudden turn of events.
Lu Jianjun felt the heat radiate from the bowl as the back of his left hand burned while he steadied her. His gaze focused on her fatigued and pale features, irritation mixed with concern swirling in his chest. She was so careless! Didn't she understand her own condition?
