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The chamber was silent, as if a pause button had been pressed on everything.
Li Qingyan's gaze gradually shifted from concern to a deep coldness.
Xu Yuan's floundering on the ground like a salted fish suddenly stopped, and the low groan of suppressed pain from his mouth gradually diminished until, under her watchful eye, he let out a few "Mmhm" sounds and then fell silent.
He felt an urge to whip a corpse.
What does it mean to "act"?
Although there truly was an element of acting, the pain was also real.
However, his upbringing in his previous life made something very clear to Xu Yuan: when a woman becomes fixated on something, any explanation you offer will always be construed as an excuse.
In such cases, no matter what she says, it's best to just go along with her and agree.
In the ensuing silence, Li Qingyan slowly walked back and sat down beside the bed, quietly watching him as he lay on the ground like a corpse:
"Doesn't it hurt anymore?"
