Zhan Nanjue rushed over.
But his movements were slow, taking a while to reach the side of the bathtub.
Pushed her.
"Gong Shirao?"
"Shirao!?"
"Answer me, answer!!!"
Gong Shirao drowsily opened her eyes.
Zhan Nanjue touched her forehead, it was scorching hot.
Was it because of the medicine's effect?
This medicine seemed more potent than others.
Zhan Nanjue felt heartbroken.
"Let me help you up!" Zhan Nanjue said to Gong Shirao.
Gong Shirao shook her head, "Hot..."
"I'm sorry." Zhan Nanjue said, watching her in pain, "I..."
"There are still twenty minutes before the medicine you gave starts working." Gong Shirao avoided his eyes, thinking of his rejection, her voice turning cold and hard, she said, "Just twenty minutes, I... can manage."
Zhan Nanjue's body stiffened.
"Also, don't come closer. When you come closer, it just makes me feel worse. Please leave, I don't want to see you anymore." Gong Shirao continued.
