She quickly looked away, refusing to let her gaze linger anywhere but on his face. Yu Sixing's face was clearly flushed. Initially, he had been pretending, but the pain was real. The pull by Xue Feifei had aggravated his injury, and in an instant, he was in as much pain as being electrocuted.
Seeing his state, Xue Feifei knew he wasn't pretending. She grew a bit anxious, "So what shall we do now?"
"Hot, hot…" He could not even utter the word "compress".
Xue Feifei, out of options, took a quick glance at the area. The room was dimly lit, and she couldn't see clearly. She dropped the hot towel in her hand and instantly turned away.
"You dropped it in the wrong place, I…." Yu Sixing struggled to reach for the towel, but any movement caused unbearable pain, forcing him to lie back again.
"I got it," Xue Feifei quickly pinched the towel with two fingers and adjusted its position. However, not long after, Sixing spoke again, "Get another towel. This one's getting cold."
