After the injection, Yu Xia was drenched in sweat from the pain and lay lifelessly in Xie Qingci's arms, pretending to be dead.
Xie Qingci lowered his head to kiss her and softly asked, "Still in pain? Sit up a little, you're pressing on the oxygen tube."
"Pain." It was more of an emotional pain.
"Are you still dizzy? Was it really bad this morning?"
She nodded weakly, "When I opened my eyes the world was spinning, I thought I was about to transform."
After saying that, she chuckled at herself.
But Xie Qingci still pursed his lips tightly, pulling her further into his embrace, gently holding the hand she was using for the IV drip.
The cold liquid being infused made her hand cold as well, but when Xie Qingci clasped it with his warm hand, Yu Xia immediately felt much better.
With her eyes closed, she tried to ease the dizziness and asked him slowly, "Is work okay? I told you to come back and you did."
