Although Chi Heng really didn't want to play along with Chi Ye's theatrical antics, an unfamiliar emotion still surged in his chest when Wen Qian's gaze fell upon him.
He lowered his eyes, his sharply sculpted jaw tightening. After a long moment, his stiff body managed to squeeze out three words, "I feel dizzy."
Chi Ye's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed. He let out a long breath and turned to give Wen Qian an "I told you so" look.
Wen Qian frowned. "Is there a first aid kit?"
Ling Xuan had also come downstairs by now. Hearing Wen Qian's question, he immediately nodded. "It's on the second floor."
Wen Qian nodded, then her gaze fell on Chi Heng. "Come here."
Chi Heng lifted his head, his eyes seemingly drawn to her by an invisible force. The next second, he stepped toward Wen Qian.
