"My waist..." Tang Yu had barely made a sound before her throat prickled with sharp pain, causing her tears to pattered down.
Earlier, her tears had been due to the pain of utter despair in her heart, now they were truly because of the physical pain.
Ye Sihan rose to his feet, held her in his arms, and placed her on the bed, "Don't talk."
Tang Yu lay still as a corpse, not moving at all, until Ye Sihan, who had left the room a little while ago, came back and fed her a glass of water.
The warm water flowing through her throat eased the fiery piercing pain.
It wasn't completely better, there was still a bit of discomfort, but it was bearable.
Tang Yu, with teary eyes, looked at him and asked, "Are you even human? It hurts so much..."
"You're just too sensitive," Ye Sihan's dark eyes fixed on her, as he raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face, "Seducing me."
Tang Yu didn't feel comforted, she felt like her whole mindset was collapsing.
