Ye Zhixing closed her eyes, her voice languid—a rare state for her.
Because she was in Shang Jingchen’s arms, her whole body felt relaxed. Held by him, enveloped in the Purple Qi radiating from his body, she felt immensely comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that she was growing drowsy.
"You've already vomited blood three times now, each time worse than the last. In the future, whenever you encounter something that drains you to this extent, are you going to keep throwing up?" Shang Jingchen's voice carried a distinct edge of suppression.
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