Helian Chengyan looked at her lips, which were almost devoid of color, conflict flashing in his gaze. He then lifted her from the bathtub, carried her out of the bathroom, back into the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed.
Chi Xingye's hands were still wrapped around his neck, her eyes dazed as she gazed at him, "Chengyan, what's happening to me? I suddenly feel so tired, it's as if I have no strength left."
In the past, after a bath, she would only feel relaxed. But today, the longer she soaked, the dizzier and weaker she became. What was happening?
Also, her eyelids felt so heavy, as if she had lost blood.
"Sweetheart, if you're tired, close your eyes and rest." After giving her a kiss on her lips, Helian Chengyan coaxed her hands off his neck, pulled up the quilt, and tucked her in.
Chi Xingye perceived that he was about to leave, weakly gripped his bathrobe, and murmured softly, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to sleep?"