Hai Xiaotang's eyes shone brightly, "I'm just like that!"
"..." Dongfang Yu suddenly held his throbbing head in pain.
Hai Xiaotang gently patted his head to comfort him, "Don't be too touched, Dongfang Yu. I am truly loyal and faithful. I even admire myself."
Dongfang Yu: "..."
His headache intensified and he slumped over the steering wheel.
Hai Xiaotang finally noticed something was wrong with him. He was really not feeling well.
"Dongfang Yu, what's wrong with you?" Hai Xiaotang quickly asked with concern, "What's bothering you? Is it your stomach again?"
"I'm fine..." Dongfang Yu said, struggling to lift his head, "I'll be fine soon."
"Where's your medicine?" Hai Xiaotang rummaged through his jacket pocket and produced a bottle of stomach medicine.
She quickly poured out several pills to feed him, but he waved her off, "No need to take it, I'm okay."
"How can you be okay? You look so pale. Please take the medicine."
It wasn't his stomach that was hurting, but his head.
