Zhao Yu's cheeks were thinner, and her personality introverted. Although she harbored good feelings for Li Fei herself, she had never sought him out alone. She cursed her own robust health because throughout the time Li Fei was back, she had not caught a cold or fever even once.
She had not expected happiness to come so suddenly, all at the cost of nearly losing her life.
Li Fei's gentleness and consideration had rapidly intensified her fondness for him. To break the awkwardness, he smiled and asked, "Zhao Yu, are you feeling more alert now?"
Zhao Yu's face turned red in an instant. She looked down at her upper body and immediately hugged her chest with both arms.
Li Fei was dumbfounded, ruing the moment he decided to speak. Now he was missing out on a beautiful view.
Li Fei bent down to pick up the basin, preparing to dispose of her vomit, but Zhao Yu suddenly stretched out her arm and wrapped it around his waist.
