Tang Luo was about to get up when she felt uncomfortable all over, as if she had been carrying bricks for days and had lost all her strength.
"Don't move," Xia Xibei stopped her and pressed her back.
"What's wrong with me?" Tang Luo obediently returned to the bed with a puzzled look on her face. "I'm sick?"
"Pretty much."
Xia Xibei's expression was a bit stony.
Her expression made Tang Luo's heart tremble.
"I... I don't have a terminal illness, do I?"
These words made Xia Xibei laugh, "What are you thinking?!"
"But that look on your face..."
If she didn't have this strange expression, she wouldn't have thought anything was wrong!
"There's nothing seriously wrong with you. Just a little..." Xia Xibei tsked and frowned, "What did you eat yesterday?"
"What did I eat?" Tang Luo thought for a moment. "I didn't eat much, just had a few glasses of wine."
Xia Xibei pondered, "Your health is a bit complicated."
