Silently putting the phone back, Lian Qiao couldn't help but feel concerned again, so she reached out to feel his forehead, and in a guilty whisper said, "Huoguo, does your head hurt? If you feel particularly bad anywhere, you must tell me!"
"Damn it! What on earth did you make me drink? That stuff was so potent it completely drained me…" Despite the questioning tone, Mr. Xing said it feebly.
Completely drained?
Lian Qiao wished she could crawl into a hole and hide…
"Hey, don't talk for now, save your strength, I'll go get you some medicine."
After saying that, she chose to escape, grabbed a random sleepwear to put on, covered his 'battered and bruised' sturdy body with a big blanket, and then frantically dashed out of the bedroom in her slippers.
Actually, she was a victim too, right? She felt so dizzy and uncomfortable that it was unbearable.
It took her quite a while before she found the thermometer and fever reducer.