Lin Xingjie suddenly fainted, leaving Xu Xiangyang no choice but to hold her and try every possible method to wake her up.
From the softest of calls to reluctantly slapping her cheeks, pinching her ears, and squeezing her nose, nothing worked—except to make the girl in his arms have an even rosier complexion.
It was unclear whether the blush was from the slapping or from a lack of oxygen.
Anyway, although he could feel her steady breathing when he placed his fingers under the long-haired girl's nose, and she looked serene as if she was having a beautiful dream; from the "no matter how you call her, she won't wake up" standpoint, it was obviously not a simple sleep.
That was to be expected, after all, her collapse had been very sudden; and the culprit was self-evident.
Xu Xiangyang remembered what had happened previously:
After Xing Jie recalled her past memories, her abilities had grown by leaps and bounds, and that was just a tiny part of it.