Bo Jing had originally been fast asleep, but Lin Zhijing kept calling out.
"An'an doesn't care about you because you're clearly bothering her! She's trying to sleep, can't you tell?"
Lin Zhijing ignored Bo Jing, his expression grave as he examined Ye Xi'an. His fingers morphed into slender metallic wires that coiled around her wrists and neck. Aside from her breathing being much slower than that of a normal Beastman, there was nothing unusual. He knit his brows; if that was all, why couldn't she be woken up?
Chapter 63