As An Yin spoke, she reached out and touched her forehead, finding it burning hot.
To keep herself awake, An Yin pinched her cheek hard, and her already flushed cheeks immediately turned a deeper shade of red, marked with a crescent-shaped imprint where her nails had touched, standing out conspicuously on her face.
"My head feels so dizzy..." An Yin murmured, blinking her misty eyes as she looked at Jiang Keke's head, seeing her lying there, An Yin mimicked her posture, folding her hands, placing them on the sofa, and slowly laid down the next moment.
Time ticked by, second by second.
An Yin's breathing gradually steadied, as if she had fallen asleep.
"Yinyin..."
"Yinyin..."
When the room returned to silence, Jiang Keke, who had been lying still, cautiously raised her head and softly called in the direction of An Yin.
"Yinyin..."
Jiang Keke called several times in a row, but saw no response from the other, so she slowly crawled towards An Yin, supporting her body.
