"Ye Che, was I drugged last night? That's why I felt so hot and restless, yet my awareness was so murky that I can't recall what happened. Tell me, who drugged me?"
Ye Che pursed his lips without answering. Instead, he turned his head and deeply gazed at Xia Weiyi. His eyes, scorching with intensity, were filled with complex undercurrents.
Bracing herself with her arms, Xia Weiyi stood up from the ground, but the pain between her legs made her stumble a few steps, nearly falling again.
The ripping pain and the grievance in her chest surged together, instantly reddening Xia Weiyi's eyes.
Ye Che's heart clenched in pain, and he quickly extended his hand to loop around Xia Weiyi's waist, pulling her into his arms as he urgently said,
"Yiyi, does it hurt? How about you rest in bed for a while, and we can talk about everything later?"
Does it hurt… He still asks me if it hurts?
Isn't the pain in my body and heart, the pain and grievance, all because of the man right before me?
