Chenxing instinctively avoided Gu Shaocheng's gaze, her eyes burning in discomfort.
Seventy percent shame, thirty percent pain.
Resentful yet grateful.
Indescribable feelings.
Eventually, Gu Shaocheng stuffed something into her hand and turned away.
"Hurry up."
After she replaced the thing that embarrassed them both, she gently leaned into Gu Shaocheng's embrace, letting him carry her out.
Once again enveloped in her duvet, she quietly accepted an intravenous injection, and was fed medicine.
Chenxing was tortured by this acute TSS, unable to even groan. Softly lying on her bed, her hair soaked in cold sweat, clinging to her cheeks, she looked pitifully sweet.
"Are you feeling better?" Gu Shaocheng sat by the bed, softly asking her, gently moving the damp hair from her cheek, "Does it still itch?"
Chenxing groggily opened her eyes, it took her a while before she quietly said, "Sorry, I accidentally hit the alarm button. I intended to call someone…"
