She watched as Jing Yiren's pupils transitioned from a moist black to a dreadful, bloody red, her eyes suffused with blood.
"..." Aside from a slight ache in her ears, Jing Yiren felt fine.
She shook her head instinctively.
When she did this, Lu Ming quickly let go of her face and suddenly stood up to walk outside.
It wasn't long before Lu Ming returned, holding a raincoat and rain boots.
"..." Jing Yiren stared blankly at Lu Ming, her eyes as red as a rabbit's.
Lu Ming strode to the edge of her bed and hastily put the raincoat on her.
He quickly knelt down and helped her put on the rain boots.
Then, Lu Ming knelt down with his back to her and coldly ordered, "Climb onto my back!"
Lu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it was undeniably authoritative.
"..." After some hesitation, Jing Yiren climbed onto Lu Ming's back.
"Uncle! What are you planning to do?" Jing Yiren was completely oblivious to her condition.
