I Don't Drink It down

"Are you saying that there is something wrong with Ye Luoli's mind? Not a normal person? " Zhang Qian grabbed Xiao Ling's wrist in shock, and accidentally increased his strength.

Xiao Ling was in so much pain that his eyebrows furrowed tightly and his lips formed a line. He did not make a sound and the cold sweat on his forehead slowly dripped down his pale cheek. She held his breath and his other hand, which was under the blanket, tightly clenched the corner of her blanket.

"Severe depression is a mental illness that affects people's mental state at all times. It is much more serious than normal diseases …" After crippling his strength, Xiao Ling unblinkingly withdrew his wrist from Zhang Qian's palm. The moment he did, she casually wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and then put it back under his warm blanket.