She ran out of patience and leaned in to ask loudly in his ear, "What's your gaming ID?"
Xue Baoyi opened his eyes, which were hazy with a foggy haze.
Fang Lixiang panicked, "I'm talking to you, what's your gaming ID?"
No sooner had she finished shouting than her hand was grasped by him, and then she felt weightless as her whole body toppled into the bathtub.
With a splash, water went flying in all directions.
She choked on a gulp of cold water and took a moment to regain her composure. Just as she was about to get up, her vision dimmed, and she collapsed.
It was over; she had inhaled that incense as well...
The next day, the sky was clear.
Luo Qinghe's hospital room faced the sun, which filled the windowsill.
Xu Pozhi knocked and entered, "How are you today?"
Each time he came, he always brought a bouquet of flowers.
Luo Qinghe, wrapped in a coat, was sitting on the bed dealing with work affairs and looked up during a lull, "Mr. Xu Wu, do you have a lot of free time?"
