'He just left? Just came by to take a look? He didn't ask a thing and let me pass that easily... Does a big shot like him also have to abide by that "Don't Think Too Much, Don't Ask Too Much" principle?'
Lloyd muttered a whole slew of questions to himself, finally adding:
"But what did he mean by that last sentence?"
As he was puzzling over this, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps from outside, and an unexpected person rushed in.
'It's that Drunkard administrator?'
She made a beeline for Weiya's bed, touched Weiya's forehead, and then asked in confusion:
"She's actually okay?"
With that, she quickly strode over to Lloyd and grabbed his hand.
Lloyd immediately felt a few hair-like strands of inspiration drill into his body through his arm, tickling him.
After two seconds, the Drunkard let go of his hand and asked, still confused:
"How come you're fine too?"
"What's that supposed to mean? Was I supposed to be in trouble?"
Lloyd retorted irritably.
