Seeing Zhou Bie's innocent yet teasing smile, she instinctively frowned, resistant, and... resentful.
Zhou Bie did not mind the myriad of expressions flashing across her face, his devilish face still wearing a mischievous smile: "How many times did we do it last night?"
"...I don't know."
"Passed out again?"
"..."
Zhou Bie shrugged helplessly, "Looks like you're still not used to it. Your body needs conditioning for a while. I've left the newly prescribed medicine on the table; remember to take it daily."
Ye Xiaoyu bit her lower lip, her face pale, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. She didn't mind the piercing pain in her palm.
"...I won't take the medicine!"
After a long time, she stubbornly said this powerless statement.
Zhou Bie looked at her with waning interest. She was very beautiful, with fair skin and long, smooth hair cascading down. Yet, the stubbornness and conflict on her small face were profound, not at all resembling what her age should be.
