He lay flat on the bed, his facial skin red as if scorched by fire, muscles tensed tightly, his whole body drenched with sweat.
Despite his best efforts to endure, Shuijing could still hear the moans escaping from his throat.
She covered her mouth, biting her lip hard, so anguished she wished she could take his place.
"Shuijing..." Ye Qingci placed a hand on her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and repeated what the doctor had said.
Shuijing grabbed her arm, her eyes wide with tears, "Are you saying that if I'm willing... he won't have to suffer like this?"
"Yes," Ye Qingci nodded, "but he's under the influence of the medicine right now, not very lucid, and he might hurt you, so be careful!"
She didn't ask Shuijing if she was willing.
Because she knew that even if Shuijing was aware that barging in now could lead to her death, she would not hesitate for a second if it meant saving Jian Bai.
Shuijing nodded forcefully, pushed the door open, and locked it from the inside.
