Zhuang Yan was supporting Yu Shutong as they returned.
However, Yu Shutong looked exceedingly drained, his face pale, cheekbones hollowed, eyes lifeless, limbs weak and limp.
He looked exactly like a man who had been sucked dry of his vitality by a succubus for three whole days.
On the contrary, Zhuang Yan was glowing, with eyes shimmering like spring waters.
"See that? That's what being drained looks like," Laoer quipped.
Gu Yu quickly went over to support Yu Shutong.
The latter's legs were shaky, barely touching each other.
"It's gone, Yan, I really don't have a single drop left..."
Yu Shutong mumbled, mouth agape.
"Help me hold up Shutong."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yan quickly let go of her boyfriend and walked away with a flush on her face.
"Laoer, what happened to you? You're overdoing it, aren't you?" Boss Pu hurried to prop up Yu Laoer's other arm and helped him sit down on the couch.
Then he poured Laoer a glass of soy milk.
