As the effects of the drug wore off, Gong Ting collapsed wearily beside Xiao Yu. The room was already bright with the morning sun streaming in through the window, causing him to squint his eyes slightly. After a night of indulgence, his eyes were bloodshot.
Exhausted yet satisfied.
He looked at the woman beside him. Her face was deathly pale, and when he placed his hand on her forehead, the heat made him withdraw his hand quickly. He immediately sat up and picked up his phone to make a call.
Half an hour later, Morin hurried into the room with a family doctor. They saw Xiao Yu lying on the bed with her eyes tightly closed. Her face was devoid of any color, and her sweet face was smudged by tears, looking unbearable to witness.
He glanced at Gong Ting. The young master appeared tired but unexpectedly refreshed. It seemed the drug had little effect on him, but the one truly suffering was Xiao Yu on the bed.
"Young Master..."
