As if she had been scalded, Shi Man immediately retracted her hand and sat up awkwardly with her back facing him. "I'll go wash up first. Get up and put on your clothes. Be careful or I'll sue you for being a hooligan."
"You were the one who took off my clothes," Yi Zheng said slowly on the bed.
Shi Man walked faster; her fleeing figure was filled with coldness.
Yi Zheng stared at her until she closed the bathroom door with a bang. Only then did he bear to look away and look at his chest thoughtfully.
There was still Shi Man's body temperature on it, but there was still a trace of doubt in his focused eyes.
The heat poison had been in his body for many years, and he was already familiar with the pain every time it acted up. However, ever since Shi Man treated him, although the interval between the attacks of the illness was indeed getting longer, the pain every time it acted up was more and more intense.
