Chaoyang's hand trembled, almost dropping the teacup to the ground!
"Hey, wake up!"
He hurriedly propped up the other's head, first listened for breathing and heartbeat, then pinched her philtrum, but there was no improvement. What was this situation... illness? Poisoning? No, the contract was still stably connected; she wasn't exhausted due to external forces.
Chaoyang reviewed his own condition and suddenly thought of something.
Could it be... due to a lack of wishing power?
Thinking this, he bit his own finger, placing the fingertip into the Angel's mouth. The latter licked it instinctively, then began to suckle.
After passing a third of his wishing power, Ailuodi slowly opened her eyes, her complexion also returning to rosy.
"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise after spitting out his finger.
"What else could I be doing? You were lacking so much wishing power, you almost died. Why didn't you say something?" Chaoyang frowned.
